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He woke feeling hot. Unbearably hot. The kind of hot that left him drenched in sweat even in the cool spring weather, soaking his bedsheets and his fur.

great.

Sonic lugged himself out of his warm cozy bed, every muscle in his body protesting as he did so. Today he and his friends had made plans to investigate one of Eggman’s nearby hideouts. The man was up to something, he was always up to something. Tails had picked up chaos energy readings.

Trudging to the bathroom, he splashed his face with cold water, his arms and legs and body as well, before wiping himself down with a washcloth. He washed the sweat from his fur. The cool water felt refreshing against his overheated body. The timing was annoying- He wished it’d been just a week later. Having his heat cycle hit right in the midst of an important mission would be… troublesome. He hoped he’d at least have enough time to get the mission done before the worst of it hit.

He dreaded it.

Because, here’s the thing. Sonic had always told people he was a beta. Omegas were not treated well in society, and it was much easier for him as a hero to pretend he wasn’t what he actually was. Betas were neutral, unremarkable but at least they weren’t treated like they were weak and pathetic.

How would the world react to Sonic the Hedgehog being an omega? He wouldn’t be served at restaurants without the presence of an alpha. He wouldn’t be allowed into the clubs he frequented, as they disallowed omegas. His life would become a lot more miserable. He shuddered at the prospect.

So he kept it hidden. Nobody knew. Not even Tails, who he confided in for everything. He was twenty years old and he'd known Tails for ten of those. It was actually a minor miracle that Tails hadn’t already figured out Sonic's little secret.

The issue with this, though, is that omegas weren’t built to go unmated. Without a mate, an omega body deteriorated with each heat, biologically weeding out the undesirable. It was natural selection at its worst, and Sonic was feeling each heat cycle grow more and more painful. His previous heat had been uncomfortable. He had no doubt this one would be exponentially worse.

What would win out? His need to find a mate, or his stubbornness? Would this heat be the one to do him in? It was a bit too morbid to think about that so early in the morning, so he just finished wiping himself down and kicked his socks and shoes on and ran out the door. His heat cycle would be a later problem.

When he met up with Tails, Amy, Knuckles, and Team Dark at the front gates of Eggman’s base, Sonic could feel a faint tightness in his gut, not quite painful but edging on uncomfortable. It was progressing faster than he expected.

Shadow was staring at him. He ignored it as best he could.

“Alright,” He greeted his friends with a cheery smile “Let’s get this done quickly.”

“This isn’t something we should rush,” Amy said, patting her speed-oriented friend on the shoulder. She had no reason to suspect anything was wrong. “We need to take care. We have no idea what’s going on in here. It’s better to take our time.”

Sonic rolled his eyes and grumbled, trying to keep up appearances that he was only impatient because of his, well, characteristic impatience as the fastest thing alive. Nothing was wrong, there was no ulterior reason that Sonic wanted to get home, not at all.

They snuck into the base through an air vent. It was cramped. The tightness of the space only amplified the tight feeling in the pit of his stomach. They managed to sneak in without tripping any alarms though. Thank Chaos. The vent put them out into the fortress’s main hallway. As he walked beside Tails down the eerie hallway, the tightness gave way to an ache, like a cramp or a routine stomachache. It was inconvenient but not awful. He just needed to keep walking. He’d get home soon.

“We’re not finding anything.” Sonic groaned “Can we hurry this up? I’m on a time crunch.”

“What time crunch?” Knuckles, oblivious to Sonics plight, teased. “All you do is nap most of the day.”

“Be patient,” Amy urged.

He was feeling too hot again. Sweat dampened his fur. He was far too aware of Shadows eyes boring into the back of his head.

A few bots ambushed them somewhere along the way. Things were starting to feel a little hazy to Sonic. He wasn’t entirely sure how long had passed, but his legs felt like jello and his vision was a little blurry. He hardly kept up during that fight, Nd it’s only thanks to Rouge that he didn’t get crushed by a robot.

“Are you ok?” Amy asked. She put her hand on his arm and Sonic flinched. Her touch made the pain in his stomach flare up. He wrapped his arms around his middle.

“Fine,” Sonic grumbled.

“You should have told us you were sick.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

Except it was. Because fifteen minutes later, Sonic’s wobbly legs finally gave out and his knees hit the floor hard. The pain in his stomach was unbearable. He felt like his insides were ripping to shreds. He braced his palms against the floor and panted for air. There was no way he was getting back up.

“Sonic?” Amys voice sounded distant, “Sonic, what’s going on?”

“I’m fine...”

“Youre not. Tell us what’s wrong. We can help you.”

He tried to breathe through the pain. In, out, in, out. His last heat wasn’t nearly this bad even at its peak, around day four. He hoped he’d have more time, but clearly, it was becoming increasingly obvious that this heat will kill him.

“Not unless you get really cool about something,” Sonic panted through the pain, like knives in his lower stomach, “real quick.”

“Anything.” Amy knelt at his side. “You’re our friend.”

“I’m—“ Sonic wheezed. On his hands and knees, his arms shook. It wouldn’t be long until they too gave out, rendering him a puddle of pain on the floor. “I lied. To you all.”

It was hard to talk. Hard to get full sentences out. He gritted his teeth. He couldn’t think straight. It all hurt too much.

“I’m not.” He continued between labored breaths. “Not a beta.”

He didn’t like the silence that followed. His friends all looked at each other, looked at him.

“You’re an omega,” Tails inferred. “No alpha would pretend to be a beta.”

“And you’re in heat,” Rouge finished. “At our age, unmated heat cycles are a death sentence.”

Sonic was twenty. The age of reproductive prime would also be his downfall.

Sonic’s arms no longer could hold his weight. He fell forward, face first towards the floor. Amy caught him just before he could smash his nose against the floor. Between the pain, he felt shame.

“I’ll take care of you,” she immediately offered. “You need a mate. I love you, Sonic, I can—“

“No,” Sonic whined. “No, I don’t… please don’t touch me.”

Amy, had matured enough over the years to respect Sonic's boundaries. She rested Sonic down on the floor and removed her hands. She was an alpha but her touch made the pain worse. He didn’t want to go through his heat with her, not when he didn’t reciprocate her feelings.

“I’ll warp him home,” Shadow said. “It’s not safe for him here. Another badnik patrol might find us.”

“But he needs a mate,” Amy argued.

“I’ll figured that out. Finish the mission.”

“Take him to a doctor.”

“No,” Sonic protested weakly. Shadow’s hand found sonic’s spine. “No doctor. I don’t want—“

“Sonic, preserving your little secret is the least of our worries right now. I just want to know if this cycle is going to kill you, or if we have any more time!” Amy snapped.

Sonic hated that Amy was right… He leaned into Shadow’s touch. At least it helped ease some of the pain that radiated through his body. The pain in his lower stomach was still strong as ever, but in the immediate vicinity of Shadow’s touch, Sonic’s pain diminished to something much more bearable. It was a complete opposite reaction to Amy just moments prior. He stared up at Shadow with dilated eyes.

…He’d always had a crush on Shadow. He wouldn’t mind mating with him. But there was no chance that Shadow would be interested, and Sonic refused to take advantage of him.

So he’d die.

Shadow lifted him into his arms and Sonic snuggled up to him, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. In a flash of light, Eggman’s base was gone, replaced with the bland white walls of the emergency room.

The following hour was a blur. He was rushed into a private room and a doctor poked and prodded at him. Sonic could hardly breathe. Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes. It hurt, it hurt it hurt—

Shadow’s hand clasped itself in his, and the pain faded just enough for Sonic to regain his bearings.

“He doesn’t have much time,” the doc was saying to Shadow. “He may not even make it through his full heat cycle at this rate. He should have handled this issue much sooner.”

Sonic groaned. A couple days? That was all? Sonic always thought he’d go out with more dramatic flair. Instead, his routine heat cycle was going to do him in. Mighty hero, reduced to his status as a weak, worthless omega—

Shadow squeezed his hand, cutting off Sonic’s train of thought entirely.

“He needs a mate. Someone he can trust. It’s too late to find a proper romantic partner, but if a close friend is willing to make an arrangement, for the sake of his life…”

“We’ll figure something out.” Shadow sounded so certain. How could he be this certain about something so… uncertain?

“He’ll need to be taken fully through his heat,” the ER doc continued. “Intercourse, a permanent claiming bite, rigorous and frequent enough to make his body realize he’s being mated. Protection is out of the question.”

“Greeaaat,” Sonic groaned, displeased. Shadow’s other hand combed through his quills.

Sonic didn’t entirely remember going home.When Shadow set him down on the couch, Sonic shook himself off, trying to snap himself out of his heat-induced haze. It was hard when his stomach hurt so badly. He hunched over on the couch and hugged his body tight, anything to ease the pain.

“You should go,” he whispered to Shadow.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t…” Sonic wheezed. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not.”

“I— probably dont have long until I lose what little rational thought I’ve got left. I… I like you, Shadow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And if I want to take care of you?”

“Y-you’ll be stuck with me. Hedgehogs mate for life.”

“Then so be it.”

“Shadow—“

“I want you.”

Sonic gasped. His eyes dilated. The pain in his stomach ebbed just slightly. Just enough to capture sonic’s attention.

“I’ll leave if you won’t have me,” Shadow continued. “I’ll find someone else to—“

“No,” Sonic gasped. “No, I love you, stay—“

Shadow smirked as he sat onto the far end of the couch. Sonic stared at him, he couldn’t look away,

“You need someone to take you through your heat.” Shadow said. “Do you trust me?”

Sonic nodded.

“Can we,” sonic wheezed, the pain in his abdomen growing unbearable again. He knew this request was against what his body needed. “Take it slow?”

“There’s only so slow we can go,” Shadow replied.

“Can I… sit on your lap?”

Shadow motioned for him to come. Despite his trembling body Sonic crawled across the couch to Shadow. He pulled himself into Shadow’s lap and pressed his body against him, burying his nose in Shadow’s neck. He smelled nice. His scent made some of the pain disappear.

Shadow rubbed his hands up and down Sonic’s sides. Sonic sighed against him. It eased the pain, but it wasn’t long before it began to flare up again. Touch wasn’t enough. He… he needed to be mated.

“Can I…” Sonic whispered, his hands trailing down Shadow’s chest, down, down.

“You don’t have to ask,” Shadow whispered back. “Do what you need to do. I consent.”

“You dont need ta make it sound so clinical,” Sonic grumbled. Shadow chuckled. “I… i want to feel like we’re having… normal people sex.”

“Normal people sex,” Shadow repeated.

“Yeah. Like. Like i’m not fucking myself on you for survival. Like we’re doing this because… because we’re… we’re…”

Sonic was losing his train of thought, fast. His stomach hurt. He needed Shadow inside him. He needed it so god damn badly. He whined. Shadow rubbed his back.

Sonic palmed at Shadow’s crotch. He wasn’t turned on —who would be, in a situation like this? Sonic was turned on, but that was more because his heat had fully taken over, now, and his womb dripped suspiciously red-tinged slick all over Shadow’s thigh.

He palmed and rubbed between black-furred legs until he felt Shadow’s pouch start to bulge. Shadow was quiet, keenly focused on Sonic’s actions, as if he were trying to will his member to harden. Sonic found the opening of his pouch with his thumb and gently parted it, coaxing Shadow’s cock from its hiding place.

Shadow let slip a low groan as his cock freed itself, and a little more slick bubbled out of Sonic’s womb.

Once Shadows long, thick member was free — oh what a delight, the omega in him crooned — Sonic shifted himself, positioning his dripping pussy at the tip. Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself down on it, letting it fill his insides. Sonic moaned.

When he settled down to the very base of Shadow’s cock, he sat for a bit. His insides fluttered around the presence inside him, and the pain was gone entirely.

“Good boy,” Shadow purred. Sonic’s pussy twitched around Shadow’s cock. “Good omega.”

Sonic whined. Shadows cock pressed against his insides in the best possible way. He wanted to stay here forever, he decided, sitting on Shadow’s lap with his cock buried deep inside him. Just him and his mate. Oh, his mate. he purred against Shadow, burying his nose against the alpha’s neck.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore,” he mumbled, shifting his hips to push Shadow as deep into him as he possibly could. “Mmmhhh. Doesn’t hurt. Feels nice.”

“It’ll come back eventually,” Shadow whispered. Sonic groaned.

“Youre thinkin too much,” Sonic grumbled, hot breath against Shadow’s neck. He nipped at the skin there. As an omega, Sonic’s teeth were dull, not designed to pierce flesh. That was an alpha’s job, to bite with sharp fangs and claim a mate. But that didn’t stop Sonic from biting Shadow anyways. “Stop thinking.”

“Do you want me to take the lead?” Shadow asked.

“Noooooo,” Sonic whined. “Shuttup. Lemme sit on you.”

His words slurred, almost like he was drunk on Shadow’s cock. Long gone was any rational thought. All he cared about was the warmth of Shadow’s length buried inside him. It felt so good. He rocked his hips against Shadow, and that little bit of friction made him gasp as a jolt of pleasure shut through his womb. He did it again, rutting against him, panting at the resulting waves of pleasure.

“Oh, god,” Sonic groaned. “Oh god oh god oh god…”

“That feel good?” Shadow purred.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He rocked a little harder, a little faster. It still wasn’t much, but Sonic, slumped against shadow’s chest, was in heaven.

“Ride me, darling,” Shadow said. “Don’t hold back.”

“Mmgh.”

“Pull yourself off of me and drop back down.”

“I don’t wanna be empty,” Sonic whined. “Don’t make me be empty.”

“It’ll feel good. I promise.”

Reluctantly, Sonic pulled his hips back, lamenting the loss of Shadow inside him. He didn’t like feeling empty. The pain bubbled back up in his stomach, and he whined. But just before the head of Shadow’s cock popped out from where it nestled between swollen, wet pink folds, Sonic dropped his hips back down, and he threw his head back and screamed.

He did it again. And again and again and again. “Oh, Chaos,” Sonic whined. It felt so good. The friction was amazing against his soft inner lining. Shadow lifted his hips to meet him each time, adding another layer of pleasure. Slap, slap, slap. Sonic could hardly breathe through the pleasure. He never wanted it to end. Something thick pressed against his entrance— Shadow’s knot. Sonic shoved himself down on it, forcing it into his body, locking Shadow inside of him. His stomach tightened, but this time, not in pain, and pleasure exploded through his core as he orgasmed. Slick poured over Shadow’s cock as he rode through his climax.

“Shadow, Shadow,” Sonic gasped. “Please, please—“

“Sonic,” Shadow groaned, “I’m gonna—“

“Please, please Shadow—“

Shadow leaned towards Sonic and clamped his sharp alpha fangs down around Sonic’s neck, piercing Sonic’s claim gland. Sonic’s head felt fuzzy, inebriated. He was breathless as Shadow thrust up into him, over and over, slamming his cock into the most sensitive spot in his body until finally, he spilled his cum inside of him.

Warmth flooded Sonic’s core, and he sighed contentedly. His neck was bleeding, his fur was drenched in sweat, and his pussy was dripping uncontrollably, both slick and semen. It felt amazing. Sonic let himself slump against Shadow.

“Feeling better?” Shadow asked.

“Yeah,” Sonic whispered. “Much better.”

Shadow combed through Sonic’s quills, grooming him. “So…”

“We’ve got a week of this,” Sonic whispered, “and I’m not… easy to put up with during my heats.”

“That’s fine.” Shadow said. Sonic looked up at him. “You’re not easy to deal with on a regular basis.”

Sonic snickered.

“Besides,” Shadow continued, “You might be surprised. You say you’re not easy to deal with, but that was during unmated heats. Now that I’m here — and I’m not going anywhere, I’m going to fuck you to oblivion — you’ll find yourself much less cranky and hormonal.”

“Okay,” Sonic chuckled. “And you’re… sure you’re cool with this, man? My head’s feeling pretty clear, for now, and like… I don’t want to force you into this. You can still go, if you want.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

“Okay, okay. So… what should we do in the meantime?”

“Get to know each other, I suppose. We’re mated, now. You belong to me.”

Sonic’s womb fluttered at the comment. Crap, not so soon, he couldn’t get horny again — he wanted to get to know Shadow!!

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked, trying to distract himself from the warmth in his gut, the need that grew at the prospect of belonging to Shadow. The muscles in his womb squeezed needily around Shadow’s cock.

“Blue,” Shadow said.

“Aw, ‘cuz of little ole me?”

“Because of Maria.”

“Oh. Sorry.” That destroyed the growing arousal immediately. That was good, at least. Well, until it was replaced immediately with pain. Shit— did he really need to stay aroused just to keep himself free of the pain? Shadow’s cock was still deep inside him, and his cum coated Sonic’s inner walls, but even still, his body threatened revolt. How long would it take for his body to realize he’d been mated?

Was there a chance his body wouldn’t realize it at all, and he’d die anyways?

“It’s okay.” Shadow, to Sonic’s surprise, chuckled. “I’ve moved on. It’s been six years — I guess, technically, fifty-six —I’m not so raw anymore.”

Sonic nodded.

“Your favorite color?” Shadow asked.

“Red. It’s a good color on me.”

“It is,” Shadow growled, low and possessive, and that heat in his loins came flooding back. He nipped at Sonic’s neck, and Sonic moaned.

Shadow attacked his neck with fervor, biting and sucking at his sensitive flesh. Sonic’s heart rate spiked.

“Shadow, wait! What are you doing? We’re not done talking yet—“

“You think an omega’s heat doesn’t trigger an alpha’s rut, Sonic?” Shadows growl sent a shiver down Sonic’s spine. “I’ve been fighting my rut since I smelled you during the mission.”

“You smelled me?”

“Your scent is irresistible, you know.”

“But, wait—wait—did everyone else smell me, then?”

“I don’t know,” Shadow said, “and I don’t care. Because you’re mine, and nobody can take you from me now.”

Shadow pinned Sonic to the couch. Sonic whimpered underneath him. Shadow’s cock twitched, nestled against sonic’s velvety insides.

“Shadow, hold on,” Sonic gasped. Shadow stared hungrily at him. It was taking all his self control not to dive in and fuck Sonic senseless. “We—I wanted to talk about our relationship before we get too deep in this.”

Shadow grumbled. He rolled his hips against Sonic, and both hedgehogs moaned in tandem. Sonic was losing grip on his mind again as the fog of his heat came back.

“Shadow, I—“ Sonic gasped as Shadow rolled his hips against Sonic a second time. “I really like you.”

Shadow hmmmm-ed at that. His low, gravelly voice was dangerously sexy.

“This isn’t how I expected we’d get into a relationship,” Sonic rambled, talking fast in hopes of getting all his thoughts out before he lost his mind completely to his heat. “I wish we coulda gone on some dates first.”

“Once we’re through with this,” Shadow grumbled, “I’ll take you on plenty of dates.”

“Okay,” Sonic whispered. “Ok.”

“Now let me fuck you.”

Sonic spread his legs wide for Shadow and let himself succumb to his heat once more. Shadow set a gentle pace at first. With his knot still swollen, there was only so far in and out he could move, but he made do. He pulled out just enough that his knot strained against Sonic’s pussy lips, before pushing himself back inside. The tip of Shadow’s cock pushed against Sonic’s cervix. Sonic whined with each thrust. The steady rhythm had Sonic begging and breathless in no time.

“Such a good omega,” Shadow praised. “Good boy. So perfect for me.”

Sonic moaned. The muscles in his legs strained as he forced them as wide as they could go. He needed to give Shadow as much space as he could to dive in deep.

And dive deep he did. With each thrust, Shadow’s cock nudged his g spot, sending sparks of pleasure through Sonic’s sensitive body. His womb, still full of semen from their last fuck, sloshed and churned inside him with each thrust. It was warm and wet and perfect. Sonic saw stars.

Shadow picked up his pace. He raked his claws down Sonic’s body as he drive into him at a voracious, greedy pace.

“Mine,” he growled, sinking his teeth into Sonic’s still-bloody neck. “Mine.”

He fucked him like an animal, rough and dominant. Sonic’s head spun as he took Shadow’s cock. The ridges along the bottom of Shadow’s part-alien dick rubbed along Sonic’s insides in the best possible way, and Sonic was so, so addicted.

“Don’t stop,” Sonic babbled, “don’tstopdon’tstop, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Shadow, apparently, didn’t have that in the plans, because even as a jet of hot cum filled Sonic’s womb, he rolled Sonic over so he lay with his face down and his ass in the air, and he kept going. Some cum that managed to slip past Shadow’s cock dripped down Sonic’s thigh. Sonic mourned its loss.

It’s okay, he reminded himself. Shadow had one hand on the back of Sonic’s head, pushing him down into the pillow. Sonic’s head was turned just enough that he could still breathe. Shadow’s other hand proposed Sonic’s hips up so he could get a good angle as he slammed himself into Sonic. A little bit of cum lost is okay. He’s going to give me more.

Shadow’s hand found Sonic’s clit and rubbed hard, fast circles against it. Sonic howled. He climaxed almost immediately, explosive and intense. Thick globs of slick joined the cum that dripped down his legs. Shadow scooped some of it up with his finger and pushed it into Sonic’s mouth. He sucked on Shadow’s finger until he pulled it back out of Sonic’s mouth.

It returned only a moment later coated with another thick layer of slick. Sonic lapped it up.

“You like how it tastes, slut?” Shadow asked. All Sonic could do was nod. “That’s all you, darling. So wet for me. So perfect.”

“Sluuuuhhh,” Sonic moaned, and Shadow snickered.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “Such a slut. It’s a miracle you made it this long without a mate. You love sex, don’t you? Can’t get enough of it? Keep begging me for more and more, you greedy little bitch?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Sonic groaned. Shadow’s cock felt so good. He was a slut. He was greedy. He wanted, now and forever, to be full of Shadow.

“Do you want more cum, darling?”

“Please.”

Shadow moved faster, now. “Do you deserve it?”

“Yes, yesyes, I’ve been good, please, come in me, Alpha!”

Shadow’s cock exploded with cum, and Sonic moaned as it filled him. His womb felt so warm and full. Shadow’s hand traced across his belly, which looked bloated from the three rounds he’d taken. Gently, Shadow repositioned himself and Sonic so they lay snuggled on the couch, waiting for his knot to go down. When it finally did, an hour later, Sonic carefully pulled himself off of Shadow. Shadow watched him as he ambled to the bathroom.

Sonic stared in the bathroom mirror for a bit. He was a huge wreck. His quills were a mess, he was covered in blood from the claim and bodily fluids. His belly, he noted, looked just as cum-bloated as it felt.

Shadow joined him, taking a moment to wrap his arms around Sonic and bury his nose in blue quills. It felt so strangely domestic in a way Sonic hadn’t anticipated would make him feel so warm. Like he could live with shadow, settle down with Shadow, have a life with Shadow…

“Sit down on the edge of the tub,” Shadow said gently, “i’ll clean you up.”

“That’d better not be a sex thing,” Sonic mumbled. He felt overstimulated and tired. It wouldn’t be long before the pain and the neediness came back, but for now, he just wanted to rest.

Shadow chuckled. “Maybe sometime,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than to eat you out—but no. You’re covered in blood, let me patch up that bitemark.”

Sonic sat on the edge of the tub. Shadow fished out a first aid kit from under the sink and cleaned the wound. He wiped away the blood and, with a little nudge of chaos energy, the claim mark sealed up and scarred over. Sonic figured Shadow would just bite through it again next time, so it was best not to put a band-aid on.

Band-aids stuck to fur, anyways. And pulling a band-aid off wasn’t particularly sexy.

After Sonic’s neck was patched up, Shadow turned to Sonic’s thighs. With a soft towel, Shadow gently blotted at the slick and cum that had gathered there. Sonic winced and twitched. His inner thighs were very sensitive right now.

“Sorry,” Shadow murmured. “Almost done.”

When he finished, he tossed the towel away and helped Sonic to his feet.

“You doing okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Sonic replied. “For now, at least. I’m tired and over sensitive, but at least it doesn’t hurt.”

“Tell me if it does, okay? I want to know about it.”

Sonic nodded. He yawned, leaning his head against Shadow’s shoulder. Shadow swooped Sonic off his feet and carried him to the bedroom, tucking him in with gentle care. Shadow climbed in beside him, and Sonic snuggled against him, falling asleep.

Chapter Text

Sonic awoke screaming in the middle of the night. Curled in on himself, his stomach felt like it was on fire, like his innards were being ripped to shreds. Tears stained his muzzle, and beside him, Shadow sat on his knees on the bed, frantic.

“It hurts,” Sonic wheezed. He’d endured plenty of pain before, but not quite like this. This pain screamed of death.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Shadow cooed. He smoothed out Sonic’s sweat-drenched quills. He leaned down to Sonic’s neck and sank his teeth back into Sonic’s claim mark. The reminder seemed to calm the pain a touch, but not enough.

“I’m gonna die, Shadow” Sonic whimpered.

“No, no you’re not. I won’t let you.”

Tenderly, Shadow rolled Sonic onto his back. Sonic whined — straightening his body out worsened the pain. He wanted to curl up into a tiny protective little ball.

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” Shadow whispered in Sonic’s ear. “I have to remind your body you have a mate.”

“Ok,” Sonic wheezed.

“I hate this,” Shadow muttered. “Im sorry.”

He gently spread Sonic’s legs apart and pushed himself inside. Just one slow, gentle thrust and his member was coated in a thin layer of blood. Shadow grimaced. He hated that he had to do this to save Sonic’s life. It felt so invasive.

This round of sex wasn’t pleasurable for either hedgehog. It was utilitarian. It was like his job at GUN — it did what it needed to, but no more.

He thrusted into him, careful, not wanting to hurt his mate further, and watched as the pained haze in his lover’s green eyes slowly faded.

Sonic blinked up at him. He stared at Shadow, trying to focus on those concerned red eyes. His vision was a little blurry, but not unmanageable. Amid the pain, he barely even felt Shadow inside of him.

“Are you okay?” shadow asked, his voice nervous.

“No,” Sonic croaked back.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t until Shadow’s cum coated his insides that the pain showed signs of fading... It reduced to a dull ache, like a headache that never quite knew when to quit. But it wasn’t unbearable. Something wet dripped between Sonics legs and he didn’t want to look. It could be come. It could be slick. It could be blood.

“We need to talk about this,” Shadow said.

“We do,” Sonic said back. He was still breathless from the pain.

“You can’t go so long without sex again. I was doing some searching on the internet about your condition while you slept, and people who have been through this say it’s best to set up a schedule.”

“A schedule,” Sonic repeated.

“You were asleep for maybe 5 hours, but that’s too long for your body to handle. At around three hours, you whimpered in your sleep. Ugh. I should’ve woken you up then and there. I thought you’d be okay.”

“It’s alright.”

“It’s not alright!” Shadow yelled. Sonic flinched. The omega in him was not happy to be yelled at by his alpha. submit. Please alpha. Alpha mad. Make alpha happy. “Sonic, you’re dying! I can’t watch someone I love die! Not again!”

Sonic nuzzled against Shadow. Shadow slowly settled.

“I’m going to set a recurring alarm,” Shadow said. “During the day, it’s going to be easy to fuck regularly, but at night, we need to wake up and do it periodically.”

“How often?”

“Every two hours, maybe.”

“I’m gonna get no sleep this week. I know you don’t need it, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform, but I do.”

“We’ll survive,” Shadow said, firm. “Youll survive.”

Sonic nodded. Every 2 hours at night, he had to wake up and have sex. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he’d have fun, so long as he wasn’t in pain like this again. He glanced at the clock. It was four in the morning. With sex accomplished and his pain moderately gone, Sonic settled back down and resolved to get another little bit of sleep.

He was going to have to get used to sleeping in little chunks, after all.

Shadow woke him two hours later, at 6. Sonic groaned. “Just five more minutes,” he grumbled, sleepily swatting Shadow’s hand away.

“We need to have sex,” Shadow said, with all the professionalism of a doctor and a patient.

“Jus’ jerk off and stick it in me before you cum,” Sonic mumbled, rolling over “i wanna sleep.”

“I dont think that’s how it works.”

Shadow pulled Sonic upright. “Come on. We’re going to clean off, I’m going to fuck you, and then I’ll make pancakes.”

Sonic perked up at that. Shadow snickered. The way to a boy’s heart truly was through his stomach. He let Shadow help him to his feet and lead him into the bathroom. Shadow turned on the shower, letting the water run as it came to temperature. In the meantime, he pushed Sonic against the wall and kissed him.

Sonic changed his mind about wanting those five more minutes. If this was how mornings with Shadow were, Sonic was okay with becoming a morning person. He groaned into the kiss. His insides still ached, but not enough to overpower the sheer need that grew in the pit of his stomach.

Yeah, he decided, as Shadow nudged him into the shower, not once breaking their kiss, mornings were just fine.

As hot water drenched their fur, Shadow’s hands wandered downward. He traced the curve of Sonics waist. He wasn’t built like most men. Sonic had actually been born an omega female, not an omega male. To affirm his gender, he’d gotten chest surgery and did hormones therapy once a week.

Omega males weren’t built too much different, but even though they had similar reproductive organs, their bodies were a little straighter. Shadow pressed a kiss against the surgical scars on sonics chest.

Shadow dropped to his knees in front of Sonic. Sonic gasped as Shadow dove in, licking a long strip up Sonic’s sensitive folds. Shadow kissed around his pussy, worshiped it with his mouth. He lapped up the slick that dripped from him. It wasn’t bloody, this time. That was a relief for both hedgehogs.

Sonic moaned as Shadow dove a little deeper, pressing his tongue inside Sonic, exploring his insides. He couldn’t get nearly as deep as he could with his cock, but Sonic’s knees threatened to give out anyhow. He clawed at the wet tile wall and Shadow gripped him by the hips for support.

“Shadow,” Sonic whined, involuntarily bucking his hips against Shadow’s mouth. “Oh, chaos.”

Shadow pulled away, and Sonic whined. Only for him to dive back in, taking Sonic’s clit into his mouth and sucking. He massaged Sonic’s hips with his thumbs.

“Mmghhh” Sonic whined. “Shadow, I—“

He cut short with a squeak as one hand slipped from his hips and down to his folds. Shadow inserted two fingers inside him and curled them, and Sonic nearly collapsed. If it werent for Shadow holding him up, he would’ve fallen and hit his head on something.

His pussy squeezed around Shadows fingers and he hit his climax. His slick dripped as steadily as the water from the shower. “Oh, god…” he panted, breathless. “Shadow, fuck…”

“Was that good, love?” Shadow purred. Sonic could only nod. His legs trembled, struggling to hold him up, and Gently, Shadow helped him down to the shower floor.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Shadow said, his voice low as he straddled where Sonic sat. Sonic absently wondered how wet the shower floor would be if the water wasn’t running, if it was just his slick. Probably pretty damn wet. Sonic wasn’t sure he’d ever been this wet during a heat before. This was Shadow’s doing. He’d turned him into a damn fountain.

Shadow nudged Sonic’s knees apart and settled between them. The position was a little awkward, but Sonic hardly cared as Shadow rutted his cock along Sonic’s folds. He didn’t push inside yet, he just rubbed his cock against Sonic’s entrance. It didn’t take long for his member to get coated with slick.

Then, finally, just as Sonic was opening his mouth to beg him, Shadow pushed his cock inside. Shadow moaned as Sonic’s warm, fluttering pussy enveloped his length. It was like they were made to fit together so perfectly.

The position was awkward and there wasn’t a ton of space on the shower floor, so Shadow humped more than fucked, using quick, shallow thrusts. Sonic’s whole body shifted against the wall with each thrust. He left himself fall limp, a bit of drool sneaking its way from Sonic’s mouth as he took Shadow’s cock.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned, giving Shadow a lopsided smile. Shadow dove in and kissed him. He licked and worked Sonic’s lips between his sharp teeth. Sonic parted his lips, allowing Shadow access to his mouth, and immediately Shadow’s tongue dove inside and explored. Sonic sucked on his tongue.

Sonic balled his hands in the tuft of fur on Shadow’s chest and tugged him closer, so their bodies were fully flush with one another. It made it a little harder for Shadow to fuck him, but Sonic figured Shadow would take the challenge in stride. Sonic craved more contact. He wrapped his legs around Shadow’s waist and raked his claws down his back. Shadow’s knot grew, forcing Shadow’s humps to grow shallower and more erratic, until he came. Sonic squeezed Shadow with his legs, pressing him as deep in as he could go, as he came.

Their kiss broke. A thick bridge of spit connected them.

“Still hurting?” Shadow murmured.

“Not anymore. A little sore when you woke me up, but it’s all gone now.”

“Good.” Shadow snuggled up against Sonic and let the hot shower water rain down in them. Sonic wanted to stay here forever, but the hot water would run out eventually.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Sonic said, fumbling for the shampoo that sat on a ledge just a little too high to reach from where he sat. “You owe me pancakes.”

“With my knot lodged into you still?”

“Yes. Your knot takes a while to go down and i only have so much hot water. Cant sit around forever”

Shadow chuckled. He sat up straight, pulling off of sonic, and grabbed the shampoo. He lathered some into his hands and into Sonic’s quills.

Shadow took great care to clean every square inch of Sonic’s body. Even Sonic wasn’t that meticulous when he cleaned himself, but he let his alpha groom him. Every once in a while, Shadow couldn’t help but grind down into Sonic, a few thrusts here and there, because he couldn’t resist the pleasure. Sonic didnt object.

Sonic washed Shadow next, trying to take the same care that Shadow gave him. It was only fair. But Sonic was antsy and hungry and the water was starting to cool off a touch. So… maybe he missed a spot or two. Shadow didn’t seem bothered. He was much more preoccupied with thrusting slowly, gently into Sonic again. The gentle movement made Sonic’s insides feel loved.

Sonic shut the water off. He grabbed a towel, not getting up off the shower floor yet, and dried himself and Shadow off. The towel was then tossed aside.

“We need to get up,” Sonic said. “You promised me pancakes.”

“Hmmmm,” Shadow purred, not stopping his slow, lazy thrusts into Sonic. It felt hypnotic.

“Shadooooow,” Sonic whined. “Pancakessss.”

“Mmhmm.” He nibbled at Sonic’s neck. His hands wandered Sonic’s body.

“We’re… Mmmhhh, Shadow, we’re still on the floor.”

“Where would you rather I fuck you?” He asked, his voice low and distant.

“Pancakes.”

Shadow wrapped his arms around Sonic’s waist and carefully, he stood. Sonic clung to Shadow like a koala, his pussy still attached to Shadow’s knot.

He carried Sonic out of the bathroom, and for a moment Sonic thought Shadow had made the correct decision (to make pancakes). Shadow turned in the opposite direction of the kitchen and back into the bedroom. He pressed Sonic down on the bed with such tender care, crawling atop him and resuming his gentle, slow rhythm.

“You promised,” Sonic mumbled. “M’hungry.”

“I said I’d make pancakes after we fuck,” Shadow mumbled back, “We’re not done fucking yet.”

“When’ll we be done?”

“You sound like a toddler,” Shadow grumbled “let me love you.”

Sonic moaned. It did feel nice. He leaned his head back and submitted to Shadow’s gentle rhythm. He closed his eyes and purred, enjoying the soft lull of pleasure, like tender waves on a sea shore. Shadow mouthed at his claim mark. He didnt bite it again but he lavished it with attention, licking it and kissing it. It was still a little sore from when Shadow had reopened it that morning. He didnt mind it though. The sting was a reminder that he belonged to Shadow now.

Shadow’s hands wandered up and down Sonic’s body. He loved the curve from Sonic’s narrow waist to his wider hips. Sonic’s shape was so tantalizingly alluring. His blue fur was striking, but he loved the peach fur on his chest, too. He combed his fingers through his soft fur.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Shadow whispered. He nipped at Sonic’s ear. Sonic moaned. “One taste and I’m changed. I’m but your humble servant. Your radiance brings me to my knees.”

Shadow let out a breathy moan as, keeping his same tender rhythm, dared to push his cock deeper. Sonic, thighs twitched, still wrapped around Shadows waist.

“I wish I could climb up inside you,” Shadow whispered, “and live in your womb. You’re so warm. Like home.” Shadow deliberated on this for a while. He rocked gently against Sonic, breathed in his scent. “I suppose I’ll just have to worship you instead,” he finished.

His knot rubbed against Sonic’s inner walls. He hadn’t gotten the chance to really appreciate the pressure until now, its added width forcing Sonic’s inner walls to expand around it. It felt nice. It filled him, and he felt whole.

“How may I worship you, my king?” Shadow purred. “My grace? My love?”

Shadow peppered Sonic’s chest and shoulders with little kisses. Sonic purred. At this pace, Sonic figured it would be a while before either of them climaxed, if at all. But this wasn’t about the climax. This was about the feeling. This was about Shadow, fitting so seamlessly inside him.

“Don’t ever pull out of me,” Sonic whispered, “never ever.”

“Never ever?” Shadow repeated.

“Stay in me,” Sonic repeated, breathless “Stay in me when we cook. When we watch movies. When we sleep.”

“Mmmmm.” Shadow moaned. “Yes, your highness. My beautiful omega. I am your servant.”

“Serve me,” Sonic whispered.

Shadow did just that. He smothered sonic with affection as he pressed himself in and out of Sonic, as far as his knot would allow him but slow like crystallized honey, thick and syrupy and sticky.

Honey would go great on pancakes, Sonic thought. Honey would go great in my womb.

The bedsheets below him were soaked through with Sonic’s oozing slick, probably all the way to the mattress itself.

“Shadooow,” Sonic moaned. He mourned every time Shadow pulled out and celebrated every time he pushed back in. Out. In. Out. “Alpha…”

“I’m here” Shadow crooned as he pushed himself in again. “I’m here.”

Sonic’s insides wrapped around Shadow’s length like a blanket. It was cozy. The muscle in there was soft and buttery. Maybe this was the pancake Shadow promised. His insides felt so warm, like a pan on the stove, like batter turned golden-brown. Butter and honey, squished flat against the mattress, quills splayed like misshapen batter, bellies sated. Fresh fruit on the side, perhaps, like Shadow’s tongue and lips against his body, juicy and ripe.

What fruit was Shadow? Sonic figured blackberry. Tart and sweet. If he slipped a berry between his plump folds, would it take root and grow?

“Sire,” Shadow whispered, rooted deeply in an entirely different fantasy, “My master, my everything… May I come in you?”

“You’ve come in me plenty before, why ask now?”

“I want to serve you.”

“Come inside me,” Sonic commanded, and Shadow did.

The warmth of Shadow’s climax was a reward. His cum coated Sonic’s damaged insides like a spoonful of honey for a sore throat. Sonic liked to imagine that every round of cum filled the cracks in the muscle, soaking in and repairing. Shadow had been created to heal. Did his creator know he’d be healing like this?

“Don’t pull out of me” Sonic said. “I meant it. Stay in.”

Shadow, his knot swollen, had nowhere to go. Still, he nodded. The two hedgehogs lay against each other for a while, breathless and high off each other. By the time they finally stirred, Shadow’s knot was beginning to go down. Afraid of losing Shadow’s cock, Sonic kept his legs locked around his waist.

“I owe you breakfast,” Shadow whispered.

“You do.”

“You ready to get up?”

“Mmhmm.”

Carefully, shadow got up, pulling Sonic with him. He held him tight as he walked into the kitchen. Sonic rested his chin against Shadow’s shoulder as he squeezed his legs, keeping Shadow’s cock as nestled deep within as he could. Where it belonged.

Making pancakes wasn’t easy with a hedgehog wrapped around him, but Shadow made it work. He mixed the batter and cooked them on Sonic’s stove. One by one, they piled up onto two plates. Shadow reached for the strawberries in Sonic’s fridge. Sonic swatted his hand.

“Blackberries,” he mumbled, and Shadow rerouted. His womb fluttered as he did. When Shadow opened the package, Sonic snuck a berry and popped it into his mouth.

Tart, juicy, sweet.

Berries placed, Shadow showered the pancakes in cum—er, syrup, topped with powdered sugar. A nice pool of sticky white. Sonic let a little moan slip. He hadn’t meant to. Shadow eyed him.

Shadow somehow managed to carry the plates and Sonic to the dining table. He pulled out a chair on the very end and sat. He urged Sonic to unlock his legs from around him, then situated Sonic so he could face the table and eat from Shadow’s lap. Sonic pressed himself down and squeezed around Shadow’s cock.

Sonic and Shadow ate in silence. The pancakes were tasty, but not as tasty as Shadow, whose free hand was wrapped around him, rubbing gentle circles against his clit. Sonic moaned around each bite.

“You weren’t done fucking, were you?” Shadow asked, playful. “Begging me for pancakes, but look at you, still desperate for sex.”

“Nnnngh,” Sonic whined. “Gimme a break. M’ in heat.”

“Okay, okay.” Shadow kissed the back of Sonic’s shoulder and massaged his clit just a little firmer.

Shadow finished eating first. When he did, his other hand wandered between Sonic’s legs. He pushed a finger inside him, squeezing past his cock to do so. He curled it into Sonic’s warmth. Sonic wondered if he pushed a berry in there. He knew Shadow didn’t. He then wondered why he was so obsessed with berries right now.

He picked up a blackberry off his plate and pressed it into Shadow’s hand.

“Sonic—“ Shadow started.

“Put it in me.”

“That’s… probably not safe. Or sanitary.”

“Please,” Sonic begged. “Please, put it in.”

He needed it in his womb so it could plant its roots into his inner walls and flourish. He knew that made no sense. Heat hormones were bizarre.

Shadow, with another finger, spread Sonic’s already full pussy just a little wider, and so gently, so tenderly, deposited the berry into Sonic’s warmth. Sonic moaned. It was cool against his insides, contrasting the heat from Shadow’s cock, like a soothing ice cube on a hot summer day.

Shadow gently, tenderly rutted his hips, using his cock to push that little berry as deep into Sonic as he could. Sonic gasped as it made its journey deeper. He imagined it finding a nice little corner to settle in, his insides wrapping around it, protecting it from harm. He imagined its roots settling into soft pink flesh. From there, the berry would grow.

He was blissfully unaware of the juice of the squished berry dripping out of him.

Shadow rubbed Sonic’s clit until he came. Sonic, Shadow realized, hadn’t gotten the chance to climax after his gentle fuck. Sonic’s inner walls fluttered as he hit his high, dripping down Shadow’s cock and onto his lap.

Sonic’s hazy mind cleared not too long later.

“Do you want help cleaning the dishes?” He asked. “It’s my house, you don’t have to do all the work.”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You were quite adamant earlier that you wanted me to stay in you.”

“I mean, we can separate for a little bit,” sonic wagered. “Heat does weird shit to my brain, man. Last year, I thought it’d be a great idea to dress up in feathers and parade myself through the town square for a mate. Thankfully, I didn’t do it. When my head cleared, I had to run to the store and buy child locks for every door and window in my house before the haze came back.”

Shadow stared at him, baffled.

“You gotta stop me if I try to do anything too weird, okay? I don’t know how heat hormones alter brain chemistry, but sometimes I get something in my head and I get desperate to see it through.”

“Like the berry,” Shadow mumbled. Sonic blushed.

“The berry was fine.” He said. Shadow looked skeptical. “Anyway, my head won’t be clear for long, so let’s make this snappy.” Sonic popped open the dishwasher and put a plate inside. “I don’t wanna get stuck trying to shove a fork inside myself.”

Sonic pulled off of Shadow and gathered up the plates. While Sonic loaded the dishwasher, Shadow washed the pan. Sonic was aware of Shadow’s staring at him.

“Why did you tell everyone you’re a beta?” Shadow asked, taking advantage of Sonic’s lucidity.

“I don’t want to be treated weirdly.”

“You think you would?”

“I know I would, Shadow. You probably haven’t even noticed, as an aloha, but How many restaurants, movie theaters, parties, and public spaces don’t allow omegas to be present? Most! So many require the presence of an alpha mate, and some outlaw omegas altogether. Do you know how stifling that feels? Like I’m not allowed to live in the world I fight to protect?”

Shadow sighed. “Yes, I… suppose that makes sense.”

“It’s easier to say I’m a beta. Betas are neutral. Unobtrusive. Nobody thinks twice about betas. I faked it for my ID and everything. As far as the government is concerned, I’m a beta.” Sonic loaded the forks and knives. “Besides… people portray omegas as weak, pathetic little things. Helpless, in need of saving by a big, strong alpha. What would the world think if they found out their savior was an omega, hm? They’ll hate me.”

“Or, they’ll look up to you.”

Sonic sighed. He closed the dishwasher. He rested a hand on his stomach. It was already starting to ache again.

“I just want to live my life.”

“You will. I’ll make sure of that.”

Before Sonic even realized it, he was pinning Shadow against the counter and kissing him.

~~~

Overall, Sonic figured the second day of his heat had gone pretty well. Sure, it started rough, but now he sat on Shadow’s lap at the couch, his member nestled inside after what may have been their fifth or sixth round of the day. It was 3pm now. Shadow was reading a book, and Sonic snuggled against him, tracing patterns into Shadow’s chest with his index finger.

He was in a good mood. The haze of heat lingered ever heavier on his mind, with shorter gaps of clarity between intercourse, but that was to be expected. Heats always grew more intense as time went on. Sonic figured by this time tomorrow he’d completely succumb to the haze, and wouldn’t be able to think straight even right after an orgasm. Even now, though he seemed to have enough rational thought, he felt a little fuzzy. The knot buried in his cunt occupied a large fraction of Sonic’s attention, but not all of it.

“Your dick is nice,” Sonic murmured. Okay, maybe it occupied a bigger fraction than Sonic thought. Maybe like a ¾ kind of situation. Maybe ⅞. The fact that he was mathing it out was proof enough.

Shadow paused his book, casting an amused glance at sonic. “Is it?”

“Mmmmhmm,” Sonic purred. “It’s thick n’ long n’ I like the lil ridges underneath. Feels good inside me.”

“Well, good thing it’s all yours, hm?”

Sonic rolled his hips down on Shadow’s member and purred.

“How much cum have you put in me?”

Shadow deliberated. “Not sure, darling.”

“Probably a lot,” Sonic muttered. The haze was coming back. He let it roll over him. Sonic decided he liked the haze. Why did he always try to fight it off when he was more lucid? It felt nice. Full of cum and not a worry in the world. “Do you think it’s enough to feed the berry?”

“Sonic, I don’t know what you mean. The berry is gone, remember? It got squished. Two hours ago I was digging seeds out of you so you wouldn’t get an infection.”

Sonic gasped. “No!” He screeched, sitting up. “Shadow, I need you to put another one in me! It’s important!”

“I don’t know what’s so important about your fixation on fruit, sweetheart. I humored you, but you told me to stop you from doing stupid shit, and I think this is stupid.”

“No, nonono! It’s not stupid. I need it to take root and grow.”

Shadow stared for a bit. He narrowed his red eyes.

“…I see,” he said, finally. “I get it now.”

“Great. Go get a new berry.”

“Sonic, you don’t need a berry. Your body will handle that part on its own.”

Sonic, in his present state, struggled to understand. He frowned at his mate.

“I know you know this, Sonic. You took basic sex ed classes in school. There are, uh, berries built into your anatomy.” Shadow grimaced. “Talk to me when you have your brain back.”

“I don’t want my brain back,” Sonic grumbled. “I like feeling gooey.”

Shadow set his book down and pushed Sonic flat on his back. He was done with this conversation, so he put an end to it by kissing Sonic senseless.

Sonic didn’t bring the berries up ever again.

Chapter Text

Day three was nothing short of a nightmare.

It started off rough. Waking Sonic every two hours was kinda a disaster, because Sonic enjoyed his beauty sleep and did NOT want to wake up. The first time Shadow woke him, Sonic grumbled with displeasure. The second time, he snarled. The third time, he scratched and bit at Shadow, and not in a pleasant or sexy way. And by the fourth time, Sonic was so cranky that, when Shadow woke him, Sonic lobbed him across the room with all the strenght of a chaos-powered hedgehog.

That final time, Shadow didn’t receive any consent at all, so he basically woke Sonic for nothing. There was a dent in the drywall, now and Shadow was going to have to fix it.

Shadow was frustrated beyond belief... Sonic hadn’t been kidding when he said he was a pain to deal with. His hormones were haywire and his brain wasn’t screwed in straight most of the time. Yesterday, that had manifested in an odd desperation to make a metaphorical baby… Today it was aggression.

Shadow decided to go on a run to clear his head. Omegas weren’t built to be aggressive. Omegas were supposed to submit… aggression would get them killed. But Sonic was a special case, as he was in most matters. It frustrated shadow to no end.

He bumped into Amy on the street and decided to spend his breakfast with her. They sat at a table with an umbrella outside a small breakfast shop.

“He’s driving me insane!” Shadow ranted. “He wasn’t like this yesterday!”

Amy ate quietly. She hadn’t said a word since Shadow started venting about Sonic.

“I’m almost worried he’ll give me rabies! I can’t stand it! I had to get out of there. Get some fresh air.”

“…Is he alone right now?” Amy asked.

“Yes.”-

“And… You’re his mate.”

Shadow eyed Amy for a moment. Should he tell her the truth? Should he tell her he swooped in and took her crush for himself? He knew his answer would leave very little to the imagination. Amy would know they’ve been having rigorous sex all week. He could just say he’d been supervising…

“Yes,” he said. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. “I…. Yes.”

Amy sighed. She had moved past the heartbreak already. That heartbreak had happened when Sonic initially rejected her. “Is he happy with you?”

“Aside from the fact that he’s trying to tear all the flesh from my bones right now,” Shadow growled, “I believe so.”

Amy nodded. “He needs you. You can’t just leave him alone. His life is on the line, Shadow. Remember?”

“Im well aware.”

“I’ll kill you if you kill him.”

“I won’t. He just needs to learn his lesson about trying to tear me apart.”

“Is he in pain?”

“If I’m lucky, he will be when I get back,” Shadow growled. “He’ll be too busy trying to mitigate the pain to peg me as a threat. Chaos, he’s delusional!”

“Try to see this from his point of view, Shadow. He’s cranky because he barely has any agency over his own body. you keep waking him up, and I don’t know anybody who loves sleeping more than he does. Heat amplifies emotions tenfold. Just be patient with him, okay?”

“Sure.” Shadow finished his breakfast sandwich and stood. “Better head back. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t claw my organs out the moment I walk through the door.”

He walked back to Sonics house. He didn’t run. He wanted to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible.

He opened the front door to immediately be met by a low growl. There, squatted five feet from the door, was Sonic, his teeth bared and slick dripping onto the hardwood. His sharp green eyes met Shadow. Shadow held his stare, hoping the firm eye contact would remind him who the alpha was in this relationship.

“Behave,” Shadow snarled.

The moment he closed the door behind him, Sonic struck. He tackled Shadow to the floor and they rolled into the kitchen. Sonic gnawed at Shadow’s shoulder, and Shadow was relieved that Sonic’s omega teeth were dull as they were. He snarled back at Sonic, fully prepared to subdue him. Shadow wrestled against him until, belatedly he noticed Sonic was rutting against his thigh, leaving thick slick that wetted Shadow’s fur.

He could work with this. It was aggression for sex, not against it. Sonic pinned Shadow to the floor with one hand and clutched his stomach with the other. He was in pain again. Shadow wasn’t surprised. He’d left him alone for a couple of hours.

Sonic palmed at Shadow’s crotch, roughly. His claws raked against his sensitive pouch, and Shadow gasped at the sensation. He's heating up fast. Good. The sooner he can fuck Sonic, the better. It’ll be ideal for everyone involved. Sonics temper would cool and his pain would go away.

“Sonic,” Shadow said “let me—“

He was cut off by a sharp snarl from the cobalt hedgehog. Shadow’s cock emerged from its pouch and Sonic traced up its length with a claw. Shadow groaned and shuddered.

It seemed prudent to let sonic take the lead for now.

Sonic lowered himself onto Shadow and set a brutal pace, slamming his hips down against Shadow’s with such force that Shadow wondered if he’d bruise. Sonic howled, using his super speed to set a pace most mobians couldnt dream of achieving.

Shadow moaned, his eyes rolling back. Sonic felt so good on his cock. It was pretty damn hot that he took the lead so aggressively, like an alpha’s temperament.

It probably only took three minutes for Shadow’s stomach to tighten and to spurt strings of hot cum into Sonic. His knot hadn’t even had a chance to grow. He groaned, meeting Sonic with each thrust, driving his cum as deep inside him as possible.

But sonic didn’t stop. He slowed his pace to something a bit more humane, but he didn’t allow Shadow a break. With each movement, he squeezed his pussy around Shadow’s cock and pulled, as if he were milking him. Sonic growled and whined, he dove down and gnawed at Shadow’s neck again. Each thrust now was slow but forceful, Sonic’s pussy demanding more cum from Shadow.

“Chaos almighty, sonic,” Shadow moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as Sonic fucked himself on him. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Sonic wasn’t in a talking mood. He snarled and clamped his teeth around Shadow’s shoulder. They may not be sharp, but enough pressure and Shadow could feel blood dripping.

Sonic continued to milk him of all he was worth. Squeeze, pull up, release, sink down. Sonic’s claws raked across Shadow’s body. His teeth were dull, but those were sharp. An omega needed claws for self defense. They dug into his flesh and Shadow gasped. It hurt, but… not in a bad way, he decided.

He came again, flooding Sonic once more. The cum just kept coming, string after string, flooding Sonic’s womb. Sonic squeezed the very base of Shadow’s cock with one hand, forcing every last drop out.

And then he kept going, kept riding him, taking him through a third and fourth orgasm, until Shadow was completely dry and had no more cum to give. He was drenched in sweat and overstimulated, grateful for the cool kitchen tile beneath him.

“Sonic,” Shadow begged, breathless. “Give me a break. Please.”

Sonic whined. How was he still so heat-addled? Yesterday Sonic had some moments of clarity after an orgasm. Today, he seemed far gone.

“Sonic, listen to me,” he said, trying to put it into terms he would understand in his sex-desperate state, “I can’t cum in you if you don’t give my body time to make more.”

“Stupid,” Sonic growled, his first word all day. His voice was scratchy from all the growling and moaning. “Stupid alpha.”

“I know,” Shadow cooed.

“S’posed to be the ultimate lifeform,” Sonic muttered. He flopped down so he lay atop Shadow. “Why dont you have infinite cum?”

“Gerald probably wasn’t thinking of something like that.” Shadow would be pretty creeped out if the man had.

“Pro’lly extra potent, tho. Extra strong.” He rolled his hips down on Shadow and moaned.

“Sonic, stop.” Shadow gritted his teeth. So long as he was inside Sonic, Sonic was going to try having more sex.

He rolled onto his side, Sonic with him, and carefully tried to pry himself out. His knot caught around Sonic’s entrance. Finally, after a bit of resistance, it popped free. Sonic let out a sharp cry. It probably hurt to pull his knot out, Shadow realized. Oops.

“Don’t leave me,” Sonic begged. Sonic was snarling again.

“No. I don’t consent right now, Sonic. Back off.”

Sonic, still on the floor, whimpered. His ears drooped. Shadow stared firmly down at him, and finally Sonic submitted to his authority. He averted his eyes as he sat upright and hugged his knees.

“Good boy,” Shadow praised. Sonic usually liked being praised by his alpha, but today it didnt lift his sour mood. Shadow sighed. “Just give me an hour, okay?”

“Do you hate me?” Sonic asked.

“No, darling. I… I was frustrated with you earlier, but I couldn’t hate you.”

“I’ll be good,” he muttered. “My tummy hurts.”

“It… still hurts?”

Sonic nodded. Shadow wasn’t a fan of that. If, after multiple rounds of cum, Sonic’s body was still revolting, that meant things were getting worse.

“I’m going to take you back to the doctor,” Shadow said. “Put your shoes and gloves on.”

Sonic stood, a little wobbly, and shadow wondered if that was because Sonic was in pain or because he’d just taken some serious cock. It could easily be both. Shadow decided it best to go grab Sonics shoes and gloves himself, he brought them back and helped Sonic put them on. Then he scooped his mate up and teleported to the doctor’s office.

Sonic spent his time in the waiting room curled up in Shadow’s lap, whimpering. The doctor was running late today. Shadow felt awful for leaving Sonic alone all morning.

When they were finally called back, Shadow explained the situation.

“For a risky heat, he’s doing well,” the doctor said. “It’s a good sign that he’s still alive now, though as his heat progresses you can expect it to get worse. I’ll run a few tests. I may be able to give him medicine to help.”

The doctor scanned Sonic’s abdomen with some strange medical device. The doctor spread Sonic’s legs and peeked inside with a magnifier and a flashlight.

“Hmmmmm,” the doctor thoughtfully, “My scans indicate his ovaries are not functioning properly, and it looks like his uterus has atrophied considerably.”

“Not… functioning properly?”

“There’s no sign of them releasing egg cells as they should. I fear that, without any eggs to fertilize, his body may never repair.”

Shadow clasped Sonic’s hand in his. Now, he was wishing he’d taken Sonic to the doctor after the whole berry thing yesterday. It made sense. Sonic, somehow, was able to sense he wasn’t fertile, his body was instinctively craving some other way to conceive, no matter how fantastical.

“I’ll prescribe him some stimulants,” the doctor said. “They’re packed full of heat hormones. That will convince his body to release a few egg cells. It will supercharge his libido, though, so I would suggest you purchase a few… toys, to help him through it. Don’t substitute toys for penetrative sex, though. He still needs that, too.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

The doctor handed him a bottle of pills and another bottle of something else.

“And here is a cream that should soothe his uterus,” he said. “Take a pill every four hours for the rest of the week. The cream, once a day, though if needed you can use it as often as three times a day.”

Shadow took them and stuck them in his quills. He picked Sonic up off the medical bed and teleported him home. After depositing Sonic, he vanished again, teleporting to the nearest sex store. Then, he returned with a bag of items for later.

“Ok darling,” Shadow purred, settling Sonic down on the couch. He opened the bottle and gave Sonic a pill and a glass of water. “Take some medicine, ok? It’ll help you.”

Sonic took the pill and downed the water. Shadow was glad he wasn’t resisting it. In the meantime Shadow popped the top off the cream bottle and scooped some up with his fingers.

“May I?” He asked, and Sonic nodded and spread his legs. Shadow gently pushed his cream-lathered fingers inside of Sonic, taking tender care to rub it into Sonic’s inner walls. Sonic let out a pleased little moan.

“Feels good,” he mumbled. It was cool and soothing against his sensitive insides. He slumped back against the couch and widened his legs as Shadow massaged his womb. His tongue flopped out of his mouth.

“You’re doing so well,” Shadow murmured “Hang in there, okay? We’re halfway through your heat.”

Sonic whined. “Halfway,” he repeated. “Not really. Li’l longer. Four days left.”

Shadow pulled his fingers out and Sonic nearly cried. He didn’t like being empty. Maybe the medicine was already messing with his brain. He made his displeasure known with a loud, needy whine.

Luckily, Shadow had only pulled out to lather up with some more lotion. When he had a thick glob on his fingertips, he pushed it back in, and Sonic keened.

Shadow lathered lotion every where he could reach. According to the instructions, he had to rub it in, or else Sonic’s slick would just wash it out. So bit by bit, he massaged the lotion into the warm, throbbing flesh of Sonic’s womb. Sonic moaned. Deeper and deeper Shadow pushed, rubbing with firm pressure that had Sonic gasping for air. He gripped the fabric of the couch in his hands, and thankfully his gloves were on because otherwise his claws wouldve ripped it to shreds.

“Shadow,” Sonic whined. “Shadow!”

Shadow pressed his fingers against Sonic’s squishy, warm womb, and Sonic’s body tensed, and with a scream he came, his juices sopping the couch and Shadow’s hand. Sonic panted, dizzy and high.

“Holy shit” he mumbled, “Fuck.”

Shadow chuckled. “Felt good, hm?”

“How often did the doc say to do that?” He mumbled, “I di’nt hear.”

“Once daily, but up to three times if necessary.”

“…I think it’s necessary.”

“We’ll see.”

“I want more.”

“I can’t give you any more right now.”

“Can you rub me more?” Sonic spread his legs wider. “Doesn’t hurt when you rub me.”

Shadow capped the lotion and set it aside. With a smirk he pushed two fingers back inside Sonic. Sonic purred. Shadow went back to massaging his inner walls. Thick, sticky slick coated the fur on Shadow’s hand. He pressed the pads of his fingers against Sonic’s insides, rubbing stripes and circles into each inch of Sonic’s sore cunt.

“Mmmmmhhhhh,” Sonic whined, bucking his hips against Shadow’s hand. “Mm, Shadow, more…”

Shadow moved deeper, pushing a finger against Sonic’s tight cervix, as deep as he could possibly reach, and Sonic wailed.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Sonic cried. “Shadow, aaaaaahhhh, fuck, please!”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Pleeeeeaaase…!”

“That can be arranged,” Shadow purred. “I’ve probably got enough cum now to fill you nice and good.”

“Oh, thank Chaos.”

Shadow pulled his fingers out of Sonic and licked the slick off his hand. Hmm, it tasted so good. Maybe Sonic wouldn’t mind if he ate him out, first. Shadow leaned down and pressed his muzzle between Sonic’s soft folds, lapping up the slick that gathered in his cunt.

“Shadow!!” Sonic whined. “I need your cock so badly, please!”

“I think I want a nice taste of you, first.”

He kissed annd sucked on Sonic’s wet pussy. He inhaled his scent, so musky and perfect, the scent of heated arousal, all for him. He gripped Sonic by the hips as he dove his tongue inside, licking at those inner walls he loved so much.

Sonic rutted against his face, slathering slick all over his fur. Shadow dove in as deep as he could, like a scuba diver exploring new depths. Like an astronaut exploring a new planet. He could plant a flag here and stake his claim on Sonic’s convulsing insides. This is all mine.

He pulled away and licked up Sonic’s clit, before finally sliding his hips against Sonic’s. He lined his cock’s head just at Sonic’s entrance and pressed it against his folds.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Sonic begged. “Please, please please please—“

Slowly, Shadow let the head dip inside. He watched it disappear between wet pink flesh with satisfaction. He pressed it in and out, in and out.

“Shadow!” Sonic squealed! “Just put it in me! I want you to destroy me!”

“In time, my sweet omega,” Shadow purred. He continued fucking Sonic with just the very tip of his cock, which leaked beads of precum that got lost amid all of Sonic’s slick. He treasured the warmth against his tip. “Oh, I love seeing you like this.”

He paused, grabbed his phone, snapped a photo of Sonic, his legs splayed wide, his eyes half-shut and his lips parted, Shadow’s tip just pushing between Sonic’s soft folds. That was a photo he’d cherish forever.

Then, he hit record and set his phone on the coffee table, recording as he slowly pushed his full length into Sonic. Sonic moaned, long and needy and loud.

“You’re recording this,” Sonic panted as Shadow slowly drew his length back out.

“Of course I am. I want to commemorate the day I knocked you up.”

“We don’t know if that medicine’s gonna work.”

“Shhh. It will, sweet omega.”

Shadow pushed himself back in and Sonic moaned. “Knock me up,” he cried, rolling his hips against Shadow. “I want your puppies, I want them soooo bad.”

“Good boy,” Shadow purred. He picked up his pace just a touch faster. “I’m gonna keep you nice and full of cum today, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

“And in between,” Shadow rocked into Sonic, “I’ve got a nice little treat for you, mmkay?”

“Mmmmmmmmmm, kay.”

Shadow continued to speed up until he was fucking him at a ruthless pace. His cock slammed against Sonic’s cervix with each powerful thrust. Shadow resolved that when he came, he was going to come as deep and as hard as he could. He needed to fill that womb to the brim.

Sonic seemed to have the same mindset because he met Shadow for each thrust, forcing his hips up. Shadow’s cock pounded his insides. Shadow kissed him just as rough as he fucked him, gnawing on Sonic’s soft lips until he drew blood, which he happily lapped up with his tongue. Sonic’s breaths were warm inside Shadow’s mouth.

His knot grew. It spread Sonic’s insides wider, forcing its way in Sonic’s body, carving out space for itself with each powerful thrust. Sonic was so wet that he fit right in without resistance. Shadow’s gut tightened, and a thick wave of cum exploded out of his cock. Shadow pressed himself in deep as cum spurted into him. It flooded Sonic’s womb. Sonic pulled Shadow in close, as tight inside him as he possibly could. His inner muscles clenched around Shadow’s cock.

Shadow slumped against sonic, short of breath. “I’m gonna put my puppies in you,” he whispered. “Don’t you worry, darling.”

He reached over to his phone and stopped recording.

When Shadow’s knot went down, he sat up. Sonic whined. Shadow reached under the couch for the bag of toys, selecting one vibrant green dildo. It was long and thick, with a knot at the base. Sonic eyed it with piqued interest.

“I have to pull out of you so I can recover,” Shadow said. “But this’ll keep the cum nice and plugged inside you, okay?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Shadow gathered up some of sonics slick into his hand and coated the dildo with it. Then, carefully, he pulled his own cock out and quickly pushed the dildo inside before anything could leak from Sonic’s womb. Sonic moaned as it pressed into him. Shadow pushed it as deep as he could, until the artificial knot caught inside of Sonic.

“How does that feel?” He asked

“It’s not you,” Sonic mumbled with a pout.

“I know, I know. But maybe this’ll make up for it.”

At the base of the dildo was a switch. He clicked it on, and it vibrated at its lowest setting. Sonic gasped, bucking his hips against the toy. “Oh, fuck!”

“Good?”

“Yeahhh.”

“Good boy. I’m gonna clean some stuff up, okay? Shout if you need me.”

“I’ll be shouting plenty,” Sonic grumbled. “I always need you.”

“If you need help, say…” Shadow paused and looked around the room. “Say doorknob, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Shadow stood, pressed a kiss to Sonic’s lips, then set to work. He gathered up Sonic’s medications and took them to the kitchen. Sonic’s moans echoed through the halls as he set the medicine down and began to neaten up the messy kitchen. He mopped the thick puddle of slick off the floor and the chairs. He put a soap pod in the dishwasher and started it.

Then, he went to Sonic’s bedroom with a bucket of spackle and got to work repairing the damage in Sonic’s wall.

”Shadow!!” Sonic screamed from the other room. “Shadow, Shadow, FUUUCK!”

Shadow smirked. He didn’t say the safeword, so Shadow didn’t move, letting possessive pride swell in his chest as he slapped more spackle onto the wall…. Sonic was moaning for him. For his alpha. That’s right, the world renowned hero, celebrity, was an omega, and he was all Shadow’s.

He had video proof of it, too. Not that it was going anywhere. That videos was going to be for his eyes only.

Shadow smoothed out the spackle and left it to dry. He wasn’t sure if Sonic had any leftover paint in the dark blue shade his room was painted. If he didn’t, well… Maybe he could convince Sonic to let him give it a makeover.

Shadow’s member refused to resheath because of Sonic’s wanton moans from the other room. Every whine and gasp made him twitch. Every utterance of his name left him throbbing. He considered going back in there and taking him again, but… after this morning, he knew he needed to be careful. Especially if Sonic’s libido was heightened by the meds. Shadow couldn’t let himself grow overstimulated, he couldn’t let himself get snappy and frustrated.

He didnt put it past Amy to really kill him if Sonic died. Shadow kinda figured he didn’t want to live if his mate wasn’t in his life, anyways.

Sonic screeched. “Shadow!” He screamed, “Shadow, Doorknob, doorknob, shit, help me—“

Shadow raced over to Sonic. “Are you okay?” He asked, flicking the dildo’s power off. Sonic relaxed immediately. “Is everything alright?” Shadow combed his fingers through Sonics sweat soaked quills.

“Too much,” he whined. “Tried to lower it. I turned it up on accident.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Mmmnnngh.” Sonic took a deep breath. “I’m so fucking horny, Shadow. I can’t keep up with my own body.”

“I’m sorry,” Shadow whispered. “The medicine will do that to you. Hang in there, okay?”

“Can you cum in me again? I need more cum.” Sonic tugged at the dildo, trying to pull it out. Its knot was caught on Sonic’s innards. He whined. “Can you— urrggggh. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Breathe. I’ll get you some water.”

“I need you to jerk off and just put it in me b’fore you cum,” Sonic murmured. “I need more cum but I can’t take much more than that right now.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Shadow ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for Sonic. He brought it back and handed it to him, then sat on the couch beside him and wrapped his hand around his cock.

He squeezed it. His palm wasn’t the same as Sonic’s soft, squishy insides, but he’d have to make do. He rubbed up and down his length, and Sonic watched as he sipped his water.

He set a moderate pace for himself. A practical pace. Not something overwhelming and not something too slow. This was his I just want to get this over with pace, which he was readily familiar with. This was the pace he set when he popped a boner in an inconvenient location and needed to rub it out in a public bathroom.

His body seemed to get the memo, because it wasn’t long before he started feeling the signs of orgasm looming.

Sonic, beside him, finally worked the knotted didlo free. It popped loose and Sonic whined —and not a pleasant whine. It was a miserable whine.

“Ready?” Shadow asked. “I’m about to cum.”

“No,” Sonic groaned, but he spread his legs, “but do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. I need your cum. Chaos, I need it so badly, I feel like I’m going insane.”

“…Okay.”

Slow and gently he pushed himself inside Sonic. Sonic looked woozy. His eyes were unfocused and he blinked a lot. That wasn’t good. To minimize movement, he only inserted himself halfway, and massaged the base of his cock until he came.

Semen filled Sonic’s cunt once more. Sonics breaths were shaky.

“You okay? You hanging in there?”

“Yuhh,” Sonic mumbled. His head lolled and he convulsed, like he was holding back a gag.

Shadow grabbed Sonic maybe a bit too roughly and teleported the two of them into the bathroom, just in time for Sonic to hunch over the toilet and lose his lunch. If he even ate lunch today.

“I’m sorry,” Sonic slurred. “I’m a mess.”

“It’s okay, darling.”

“I’ve never… i’ve never been this bad before.”

“It’s okay.”

“Must be the meds,” he rambled. Shadow was surprised by how talkative Sonic was right now. “I shouldnt be lucid right now. Usually by today I’m in a nice, heat-drunk haze. I barely realize I’m in heat because all I care ‘bout for the week is how horny I am. Why am I awake right now? Why can I think so clearly?”

He coughed.

“It must just be a reaction to the meds.” Shadow said. He moved to pull himself out of Sonic, but Sonic stopped him.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. “I don’t mind losing fluids out my mouth, but if anything drips down my legs, I’m obliterating you.”

“Okay, okay.”

“I may be in heat, but I’m not stupid.” Sonic sat up straight, feeling a tiny smidge better. He closed the toilet lid and flushed it. “The medication’s gonna make me ovulate, so I can conceive your baby. My body is craving cum like you wouldn’t believe, right now. If even a drop gets loose…”

“You’ll obliterate me, yeah.”

Sonic chuckled. “I’m probably gonna have to keep the baby, you know. I don’t think aborting it is going to help me. Maybe the doctor knows better, but I think if I don’t carry it to term, I’ll be back to square one. I’m sorry. I—I’m roping you into something huge. If you don’t want that responsibility, I won’t force that on you. I can take care of it on my own—“

“Sonic,” Shadow said slowly. “We can talk about this later, but you’re my mate. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I took you home. I’m not leaving you to suffer on your own.”

“Ok.”

“Feeling any better?”

“…Not really.”

“That’s okay.”

The rest of the day was spent gently. Sonic’s body struggled against the medication, and as Shadow gave him another dose he wondered if he was making the right decision in giving it to him. Sonic took it without complaint. It was either this or dying, and maybe he’d get used to it.

“Hey, Shad?” Sonic asked as they settled down in bed.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t wake me up tonight. Please.”

“But we need to—“

“I know. I’m giving you my consent to fuck me in my sleep. I can’t… i… I really need a full night’s rest.”

Shadow sighed. “Sure.”

Chapter Text

Sonic was asleep beside Shadow. Shadow didn’t need sleep, though occasionally he did partake in it. Not often though. Tonight he stared down at Sonic, sleeping form. Sonic had given him his consent to fuck him in his sleep, but even still, it made him nervous. What if he woke Sonic up? What if he hurt him? What if, Shadow somehow misinterpreted Sonic and he hadn’t consented at all?

His first alarm had gone off ten minutes ago. Now Shadow stared at his mate, conflicted.

I’ll start slow. he thought to himself. He looked at the bottle of lotion on the nightstand. He seemed like he could benefit from another dose. So he grabbed it and scooped up a healthy portion in his fingers.

Slowly, he straddled Sonic, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He didn’t want to accidentally wake Sonic. He really needed his sleep. Nudging Sonic’s legs apart, Shadow gently pressed his fingers into his mate’s body.

He kept his eyes locked onto Sonics face as he began to gently rub the lotion in. His eyelids fluttered and a sleepy little humm slipped out, but his eyes did not open.

Shadow rested his free hand on Sonic’s hip. Shadow liked his hips. They were strong hips. Wide and muscular from running. There was a nice, healthy bit of squishy fat on them too— he wasn’t chubby, quite lean actually, but he was a normal hedgehog. Everybody had a little bit of fat, no matter how in shape they were.

It was sad that an omega so healthy and so goddamn desirable was falling victim to natural selection. His body had deemed itself undesirable, un mateable. If only Shadow could tell Sonic’s body to shut the fuck up.

As he massaged the lotion into Sonic’s failing womb, Shadow leaned down and peppered his hips with little kisses. He couldn’t help himself. His unoccupied hand wandered up Sonic’s flank. He was so pretty. Unfairly pretty.

Shadow had been crushing on Sonic ever since Sonic helped him save the Earth from Space Colony Ark. He was very good at concealing his feelings though. Now, he wished he’d asked him sooner. It was clear Sonic felt the same way. All this could’ve been avoided.

He pressed a kiss to the soft, padded part of Sonic’s lower belly. This was another squishy part of him. His body was built to protect his womb. Shadow couldn’t believe he looked at Sonic all these years thinking he was a beta. He had a childbearing body. That thought alone was enough to make his cock harden in his pouch. Sonic, still asleep, let slip another moan. Shadow wondered if he was dreaming about sex as he touched him. He wondered what kinds of fantasies floated around in that head of his.

He swore he’d have a lifetime to learn them...

Sonic’s pussy was dripping wet by the time Shadow finished rubbing in the lotion. It was a good sign that he was still producing so much slick. It was almost too much slick. His body was working overtime to keep itself functioning.

By now, Shadow had stopped second guessing himself, and he palmed his crotch until his cock slipped free of his pouch. He lined himself up and slowly, gingerly, pushed his cock inside.

Sonic’s insides felt softer, pillowier. Was it possible the medicine and the lotion was already repairing him? It felt so nice around his cock. It took all his self control not to fuck Sonic senseless. He couldn’t wake him up. He promised he wouldn’t.

Sonic’s womb instinctively squeezed Shadow’s member. Sonic’s muscular thighs tensed. Shadow seated himself to the hilt in Sonic’s body and purred. He set a gentle, shallow pace. He let himself lay atop Sonic, peppering his shoulders and collarbones with kisses and tender nips. He chided himself for biting. He was going to wake Sonic. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to bite his omega. He needed to bite him. What good were an alpha’s teeth if they weren’t used to bite?

He grazed his teeth along Sonic’s neck as he pushed his cock into him. Shadow was grateful his rut wasn’t quite so aggressive this year— unlike Sonic, Shadow steadily maintained his lucidity. He didn’t get that every year. Maybe his body knew Sonic needed more attention than just sex. But as he nipped at Sonic and tenderly fucked him, Shadow found himself starting to lose control. He bit just a little too hard. He fucked just a little too fast.

He was completely unaware of Sonics eye’s opening because he was buried against Sonic’s neck. He sank his teeth in just below his throat, piercing through Sonic’s tender flesh. Sonic drew in a sharp breath as he did, and that’s what snapped Shadow back to clarity.

“Shit,” Shadow cursed, sitting upright and meeting Sonic’s eyes. Definitely awake now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s okay,” Sonic purred, “It was pretty hot to wake up like this.”

Much better than Shadow nudging him awake and saying ‘we need to fuck.’

“Good,” Shadow found himself mumbling. He hitched Sonic’s legs up onto his shoulders. Now that Sonic was awake, he could be as rough as he wanted. He pushed his hips down into Sonic, and both hedgehogs moaned.

“Shadow” Sonic groaned as Shadow’s member staked its claim on Sonic’s insides. He buried himself deep and ground into him. Sonic’s healing womb graciously accepted him inside.

Sonic had been overstimulated earlier but now he felt great. The two hours of sleep he’d gotten had completely reversed how he was feeling. No longer was he feeling woozy and terrible, he was eager and horny. Desperately horny. His insides ached, but not a deteriorating ache and rather a needy ache.

Shadow sank his teeth into Sonics throat again and Sonic gasped. He loved when Shadow bit him. His neck and shoulders had been covered in healing bite marks and bruises all week, proof of his mate’s claim. These marks would show the whole world who Sonic belonged to. Sonic liked the idea of that.

Sonic’s muscles tensed as his orgasm loomed. Shadow looked like he was getting close too. His thrusting grew erratic and needy. He fucked Sonic faster, harder. Sonic wailed. It felt so good it felt so good it felt so—

Shadow came, spitting a healthy dose of cum into Sonic’s womb. He sunk his teeth into Sonic’s arm as he did, and Sonic’s orgasm came not long after.

In the afterglow, Sonic snuggled up close to Shadow and purred. He pulled Shadow down onto the bed, pushing Shadow onto his back and flipping so Sonic now lay atop him. He rested his head on Shadows fluffy chest and sighed, content.

“Such a perfect omega,” Shadow mumbled. Sonic’s heart swelled.

“Can you fuck me on the roof next time?” Sonic asked, his purr so uncontrollably loud that it rattled his chest. He couldn’t stop it or quiet it. He was just so happy. Happy to be mated. Happy to be bred.

“No,” Shadow said. Sonic whined. “Why?”

“B’cause I want the whole world t’ know I’m yours,” Sonic said. He squeezed his insides around Shadow’s knot. “I wan’ the whole neighborhood to hear me scream for you.”

“You don’t want that,” Shadow said. “That’s a bad idea.”

“I dooooo,” Sonic whined.

“It’s dangerous. For more reasons than one. Aside from risking falling and injuring ourselves…”

“Mmmmmhhhhh. Fine. Front yard?”

“No.”

“Backyard.”

“No.”

“Killjoy,” Sonic grumbled…

“Go back to sleep, love. Get your rest. I’ll try not to wake you next time.”

Sonic snuggled against Shadow, and it didnt take long for him to fall asleep. There were three more rounds of two-hour intervals, and Shadow accidentally woke Sonic each time. Sonic was in a *very* good mood, though, he didn’t mind it one bit. There was even one point that he woke up between the alarms desperate for sex, and thankfully, Shadow was more than happy to deliver.

Thus became a new day, and Sonic’s heat-frazzled mind spun the “wheel of random emotions” and landed on affectionate.

So affectionate that it was hard for Shadow to do just about anything. When Shadow got up to make breakfast, Sonic followed him. He latched onto Shadow, hugging him behind as he cut open two bagels and popped them in the toaster.

“Do you think I was sick yesterday because of morning sickness?” Sonic asked, his voice was light and his brain was not present. He purred. He hadnt stopped purring since last night. He liked purring.

“Your sickness was because of the medicine.” Shadow replied “There’s no way it would’ve happened that quickly.”

“But you saaaaid.” Sonic whined, wrapping one leg around Shadow’s waist and humping his leg. The toaster popped and Shadow pulled the bagels out and slathered them with cream cheese. “In the video.”

“That was fantasy, Sonic. It doesn’t work that quickly. Your body needed some time to adjust to the meds, and I’m willing to bet you’re probably just starting to ovulate now.”

Sonic rubbed his wet pussy up and down Shadow’s thigh. Leaving a trail of slick in his fur. He moaned. He snaked his way around to Shadow’s front, getting in his way as he made the bagels.

“How’ bout,” Sonic purred, reaching behind him and shoving the bagels aside. He hopped up atop the counter and laid himself out, his body on display for Shadow. “Instead of spreading cream cheese, how bout you cream in me?”

“That was terrible,• Shadow grumbled. “I want you to know how terrible that was.”

Sonic beamed with pride. He rolled onto his front and propped his ass up in the air, wiggling his hips and wagging his tail.

“Come on up, Shadow,” he purred. “My pussy’s waiting for you.”

Shadow, despite his better judgment telling him not to humor Sonic’s ridiculous attempt at seduction, fell victim to Sonic’s allure. It was hard not to, when his omega presented himself so readily for him and when his body was just so… delectable. Shadow climbed onto the counter and smacked Sonic’s ass.

Sonic yelped and surprised. A thick glob of slick dripped onto the granite, betraying Sonic’s arousal.

“How many surfaces am I going to have to clean because of you?” Shadow grumbled. Sonic giggled. Shadow made a show of scooping up the puddle of slick onto his fingers and pushing it back inside of Sonic. “Such a mess.”

It dripped right back out of him. Sonic reached back and spread his pussy open wide. Shadow couldn’t help but stare. Oh, he was so beautiful.

“Shadooooow.” Sonic whined. “If you don’t rearrange my organs right now, i’m gonna die. Ohhh, Here I go! Oh, I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!! Bleeeeeggghhhh.”

Sonic let his body go limp, his eyes closed, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Shadow smirked.

“Fuck meeeee,” Sonic groaned. Sonic’s pussy tightened around nothing but air, like it was grasping for something to pull inside it. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Shadow smirked deviously. “What if I didn’t?”

“Nooooo! Shad—“

“What if I punished you for being such a naughty boy, hm? Getting your slick all over the counter.” He clicked his tongue. “So messy.”

“Mnnnnnggggg, no!!! I’m a good boy. You said I’m good.”

“Not quite. I’ll have to teach you to behave,” Shadow mused… he eyed a hand towel off to the side. “Poor boy spent so long acting like a beta that he doesn’t know how to be a proper omega.”

He took the towel and twisted it in his hands. He rubbed it against Sonic’s cunt, sopping up the slick clinging to his fur. Sonic rutted his hips against it, desperate for friction. He whined as the fabric rubbed his pussy lips.

Then Shadow took the towel away. Sonic tried to chase it, but Shadow cupped a hand around Sonics ass and held him in place.

Then Shadow tied the towel around Sonic’s mouth. It smelled like musk and tasted like slick. Sonic moaned through the fabric. He bit down on it.

“Now, let’s teach you how to be a good omega, hmm?” Shadow said. He traced his hand down the curve of Sonics spine, to his tail. “Rule number one. Your alpha is in charge.”

He yanked Sonic’s tail and Sonic squeaked.

“Your alpha owns you. He decides whats best for you. He’s in charge of anything too strenuous for your poor little omega body. He’s the breadwinner, you’re the babymaker.”

Was he laying the stereotypes on a bit thick? Yeah. In reality , Shadow fully intended to treat sonic no differently, but for the sake of this little game… look at how Sonic was responding! his body shuddered and he stared at Shadow with aroused, half open eyes. Such a beautiful little thing, he was. Sonic tried to say some two syllable word that was probably supposed to be “alpha,” but it came out garbled by the slick-soaked gag.

Shadow brushed his hand down Sonics ass, pointedly avoiding Sonic’s drooling cunt.

“Rule number two,” Shadow said, giving Sonics ass a squeeze. “Remember your purpose. Why were you born, Sonic?”

“Mmmmmbbbffffffff.”

“That’s right,” Shadow purred. Slipping his hands around to Sonic’s front. He groped at Sonic’s chest. “You were born to be underneath me.”

Sonic moaned. He tried to grind his hips back against Shadow, but Shadow pulled away. Sonic whimpered.

“No no no,” Shadow chided. “I’m your alpha, darling. You take what I give you. No more taking charge, okay? I’m in charge of you. You go where I take you, you listen to what I tell you, and you take my cock when I want you to take it. Do you understand?”

Shadow pulled the gag from Sonic’s mouth.

“Alpha, please,” Sonic immediately babbled, “Please fuck me, I’ll do anything! I need you in me so badly, I can’t take it, I’ll be a good boy and I’ll do everything you want me to and I’ll behave, just fuck me! Fuck me, please, please please!”

“Your begging is like a siren’s song,” Shadow purred. He wiped Sonic’s slick up with the towel again. He pressed a bit of it inside Sonic, teasing his insides with the rough fabric texture. Sonic wailed. “so angelic. So irresistible.”

“PleeeEEEEEase!” Sonic cried.

“I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise something for me in return.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Wear a collar for the rest of the day, just to remind you who you belong to. Can you do that for me, my little pet?”

“Yes, yes!”

Shadow smirked. Pulled the towel away from Sonics cunt and wrapped it around Sonic’s mouth again. Then he hopped off the countertop, and Sonic whimpered as he watched Shadow walk out of the room. Where was he going? But then he returned with a collar in his hand, a nice red satin, with a jingly metal tag clipped to it. Shadow climbed back onto the counter and clamped the colar around Sonic’s throat.

Then he pushed his cock inside him, gripping him by the hips, and pumped into him hard and fast. Sonic’s pussy was so wet that each thrust made a soggy squelch. Every time Shadow pulled out, slick flew everywhere, and every time Shadow forced himself back in, Sonic’s inner walls squeezed with all their might. With each thrust, the collar jingled, and it was music to shadows ears.

Shadow gripped a handful of sonics spines and pushed his head down against the counter as he drilled into him. The wet towel in Sonic’s mouth started to drip, drool mixing with slick on the granite counter. All sonic could do was moan and whine as Shadow plunged himself deep inside him. His body was limp and pliable, like a good, submissive little omega.

“So well behaved for me,” Shadow purred. “Look at you. You learn so fast.”

Sonic’s hand found the collar around his neck and brushed his fingers over it. He liked it. It sat nice and firm around his neck, not too tight to choke but not too loose that it slid. Its pressure was arousing. Sonic closed his eyes and took in the jingling and the rough thrusting into his needy cunt, committing to memory that he was Shadow’s pet, he was a good, well behaved little puppy. He would do everything his alpha wanted him to do. He was nothing more than a hole for Shadows cock. A place for Shadow to dump his cum.

He was an object. Omegas were objects. Gone were the days where Sonic played pretend, danced around life like he was a beta. He was an omega now, through and through. He was born to be a brainless whore. He loved it. Why had he resisted this? Why had he rejected taking a mate for so long? His primal instincts preened under Shadow’s cock.

This was how he was meant to be. His womb tensed around Shadow’s cock and he barrelled into his orgasm.

Shadow kept slamming into him, relentless. Dominant. Unforgiving. Like a good alpha. He didn’t give Sonic a moment of reprieve after his climax. The opposite actually. He wrapped a hand around Sonics waist and massaged his clit. He rolled the sensitive little appendage between his fingers. Sonic gasped for air with each breath. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. It was so much that he climaxed again, muscles convulsing and twitching around Shadow’s cock.

Shadow hasn’t even knotted yet. He plowed into Sonic with each thrust. Sonic clawed at the countertop, leaving deep scratches in its otherwise pristine surface. A permanent reminder of what happened here.

Shadow leaned forward, pressing his chest against Sonic’s back. His body was warm against Sonic. He tugged at Sonic’s collar, cutting off the airflow just a touch, and Sonic climaxd a third time. The counter was so wet with slick that it was now rolling off the edge and dripping to the floor.

Sonic wanted to beg and moan Shadow’s name but the gag caught his tongue and turned his moans into meaningless babbling. It smelled and tasted like his own heat. The pheromones only sunk him deeper into his pleasure.

Shadow slammed faster and harder into Sonic’s swollen heat, abusing Sonic’s insides in the best possible way. Sonic wailed. Shadow’s knot began to swell, catching in Sonic’s velvet womb. It slipped in and out of him a couple times before finally it popped inside and stuck.

Shadow didn’t let the knot hinder him. He changed methods, unable to pull out as far, he rocked hard and deep, his cock slamming into, maybe even pushing past, his cervix. There was a little bulge in Sonic’s stomach from Shadow’s cock. It grew and shrunk with each heavy thrust. Sonic watched it, hypnotized. He orgasmed again with a squeal.

When Shadow came, it was explosive. He drove his cock in deep and flooded Sonic’s womb. Sonic imagined all the little sperm cells swimming through their new home, searching for an egg to fertilize. Had the medicine done its job yet? Sonic hoped so.

Shadow’s thrusting slowed to a stop, and both hedgehogs took a moment to regain their breath. Shadow untied the gag from Sonic’s mouth.

“Okay,” Shadow panted, “Time for breakfast.”

“Way to kill the afterglow,” Sonic grumbled. He tried to sit up. His back was sore from being in this position for so long. Shadow helped him, pulling him upright, settling so Sonic sat in his lap on the soaking wet counter.

Shadow grabbed a plate with a bagel and handed it to Sonic. Sonic munched on it. He forgot he was hungry. heat did that: the body prioritized sex so much that other needs were often left abandoned.

Shadow’s cock spurted another string of cum into Sonic, and both hedgehogs were a little surprised by the aftershock. They both laughed.

“I love you,” Sonic mumbled. “I love you. I love you.”

Shadow purred. “Good boy.” He wrapped an arm around Sonic’s middle and squeezed him close. With his other hand, he grabbed his own bagel and ate it.

Once breakfast was over, Shadow carefully slid off the countertop and over to the couch. They watched some random TV show until Shadow’s knot went down. As soon as it did, Shadow paused the show (it was boring anyways) and pulled himself out of Sonic.

He reached into the plastic bag he stashed under the couch. The bag housed the dildo, and the collar that was currently around sonic’s neck, and a few other things. From that bag he pulled out a little plastic stick and pressed it into Sonic’s hand.

Sonic stared down at it. He glanced at Shadow. Then he nodded and walked, er, stumbled, to the bathroom. He could hardly walk, not after such a thorough fucking. His legs were sore. He loved how sore they were.

He left the bathroom door open. Privacy was hardly a concern anymore, since Shadow knew every inch of his body anyways. He sat down on the toilet and peed on the little plastic stick. Then he placed it on the countertop. He flipped down the toilet lid and sat atop it, tapping his foot. The stick said he had to wait three minutes. Had it been 3 minutes yet?

No, it had been 30 seconds at most. He groaned, impatient.

3 minutes had never passed slower in his entire life. Shadow peeked his head into the room halfway through. Sonic tapped his foot and fidgeted.

When it was finally time, Sonic picked up the stick and looked at it. Shadow watched with interest.

Negative.

Sonic sighed and tossed the stick to Shadow. “It’s not gonna work,” he mumbled. “My stupid body isn’t gonna conceive and I’m gonna die.”

“We’re going to keep trying. There’s plenty of time.”

“There’s not plenty of time, Shadow. My heats only last a week. If I can’t conceive four days in, what are the chances it’ll happen for the last three? I’m worthless, Shadow.”

“Woah, woah.” Shadow held his hands up. “Back up. You’re not worthless.”

His brain was scrambled because of his heat. “I am. If I can’t have a baby for you, there’s no point in me living, anyways. What good am I as your mate? You—you should find someone else—“

“Since when did you ever care about this?” Shadow groaned. “I know you’re in heat and it’s messing with your brain, but next week you’re going to realize just how stupid you sound right now. Your worth doesn’t hinge on your fertility, Sonic.”

Sonic whined. Shadow was wrong. If he couldn’t have a child for his mate, he was a pathetic, useless omega. Tears welled in his eyes. He needed to conceive.

“Gimme two pills next time i gotta take my meds,” Sonic mumbled.

“I’m not overdosing you on heat medicine.” Shadow said. “Plus the packaging said it sometimes doesn’t sense it right away—it could take a few days for your body to release the hormones a test detects. You could be pregnant right now. We just don’t know it.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“We’ll keep taking tests, okay? Every day. Every day until you test positive. It’ll be okay.”

Sonic nodded. He trusted his alpha. He stood and walked over to him, nuzzling against him. Shadow’s hand wandered between Sonic’s legs, toying with Sonic’s pussy, and suddenly Shadow was pinning him to the bathroom wall, fucking him senseless. He pulled one leg up and wrapped it around Shadow’s waist as he drove into him.

~~~

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Attached was a photo of Sonic’s neck and shoulders, covered in bruises and bites and wearing the red collar. The tag was plainly visible and read “property of Shadow.”

Shadow stared down at his phone. At some point today Sonic had managed to get on social media, and since then, things had been a shitstorm. Sonic’s heat-ridden brain seemed keen on announcing his mating to the whole world, and when Shadow said no to a rooftop romp, it seemed Sonic had taken to other means.

He spent his evening trying to do damage control. The post had already been spread around in about 15 different online celebrity journalists’ articles. Each journalist analyzed Sonic’s post. “Is sonic the hedgehog trying for a baby???”

Shadow tried to confirm that it was a joke. “Sonic’s a beta. He can’t get pregnant.” He wrote in the replies, but all that seemed to do was make things worse. Sonic snuck back online and replied to Shadow’s comment, “i’ve been lying about that~”

Shadow confiscated Sonic’s phone. He demanded to know if Sonic had done anything else, and Sonic showed him a private message he’d sent to Eggman, of all goddamn people! There was a very, very explicit photo of Sonic’s pussy, dripping with cum. The message read, get ready for another chaos-powered hedgehog! Shadow hid the phone in an obscure drawer where Sonic would never find it, and he wouldn’t give it back to him until his heat was over. Sonic whined and lamented over the loss. “The world needs to know,” he whimpered.

“Sonic,” Shadow chided. “This is serious.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re gonna hate yourself after this is all over. You’ve just destroyed everything you’ve worked for. All that freedom you wanted. Gone.”

Chapter Text

Sonic woke up blindfolded and tied in bed. If he weren’t in heat he’d panic, but instead he was aroused. “Shadow?” He called.

“You’re awake,” Shadow’s voice came from somewhere next to him. His womb throbbed.

“Are you gonna fuck me like this?” He purred. His arms were restrained but his legs were not, so he spread them nice and wide for his mate.

“I can’t trust you not to do anything obscenely stupid right now, so I tied you up.”

“Ugh. It’s not even a sex thing,” he grumbled. “What’d i do?”

“You don’t remember?” Shadow sounded frustrated. His inner omega did NOT like that.

“No? I don’t know what I did yesterday. Other than get totally railed.” The haze made it hard to recall distinct memories. He remembered the pregnancy test. That must be it: Shadow’s annoyed that Sonic can’t conceive, so he tied him up. “Is this ‘cuz i’m not pregnant?”

“What? No!” Shadow groaned. “You caused a social media nightmare. You sent nudes to your archenemy! He’s a human man twice your age! And he wants to kill you! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh.” Sonic paused to considered this for a moment. “Were they hot?”

“SONIC.”

Sonic winced. Shadow was not happy. Was he jealous? Sonic didn’t mean to make him jealous. He remembered now. He was trying to threaten the man by the prospect of Sonic’s super powered baby. There would be another hedgehog soon. Once he conceived. Another hedgehog to join the battle against eggman. Once he or she or they were old enough to.

If Sonic could even have a baby at all.

“Are you aware of the implications here?” Shadow asked. Silence from sonic. “Of course not. Your brain’s not working right now. If Eggman knows youre trying to get pregnant, he’ll plan to attack the city while you can’t fight.”

“Im sorry,” sonic whimpered. He curled up into a tight ball. Alpha was mad. Alpha hated him. Alpha doesn’t want his babies. Alpha wants to leave omega. Alpha—

“Breathe,” Shadow said, his voice soothing and gentle. He place a hand on Sonics shoulder and gently brushed through his fur. “It’s okay. I… I think I cleaned it up. Tails, um… Tails told me your login info. I made it look like you were hacked. Told Eggman that photo was AI generated by some weirdo who wanted to blackmail you. He asked for the weirdo’s contact info. I told him to fuck off.”

That didn’t soothe Sonic nerves. Sonic wasn’t worried about social media. Sonic was worried about his mate hating him and leaving him because he’s such a chore during his heats and Shadow probably changed his mind about claiming him—

Shadow pressed his lips against Sonic’s wet cheek. “Shhh, darling. It’s okay. We’ll deal with the consequences later. Does your stomach hurt at all?”

“No,” Sonic whined.

“That’s good.” The bed dipped down as Shadow laid beside him. He wrapped his arms around Sonic and held him close. “That means you’re healing, okay? You’re going to get better, you’ll get through this.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“Im not mad at you… it’s… not your fault. Your heat is clouding your judgment, that’s all. The meds are making it worse. You’ll be good as new in a few days. Let me take care of you, ok?” Shadow mouthed at the back of sonic’s neck. It sent a shiver down Sonic’s spine. He whined, the sensation shooting straight down between his legs. Make alpha happy. Be good for alpha.

He let his legs fall open again, and Shadow’s hand wandered between them. He toyed with Sonic’s pussy. Blindfolded and unable to see, the sensation magnified tenfold. Sonic moaned. His entrance throbbed under Shadow’s fingers. He pulled against the fabric that bound his wrists to the headboard. They didnt budge.

“Shhhhh,” Shadow nipped at Sonic’s ear, “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

“Shadow,” Sonic whined. His ear twitched under Shadow’s teeth.

“It’s okay.” Shadows breath was hot against his ear. “It’s okay, darling.”

Shadow dipped his fingers inside Sonic. Sonic whimpered and bucked his hips against Shadow’s hand. Gently, Shadow raked his claws across Sonic’s insides, and Sonic shuddered at the sensation. He whined, clenching around Shadow’s fingers, trying to pull him deeper inside.

“I love you,” Shadow whispered as he fingered Sonic. “Just enjoy the sex, okay? I don’t need you thinking about anything else.”

“Mmmmmmmkay,” sonic moaned. Shadow pulled his fingers out and Sonic Whimpered. “Put em back innnn,” he whined. Shadow chuckled.

“Patience, dear,” he purred. Sonic felt the mattress underneath him shift as Shadow moved. Sonic strained to peek out from the sliver of light that poked through the underneath of his blindfold. But he couldnt see anything, and Shadow tugged the blindfold down a bit.

“I’m going to train you to be a very good boy today, okay?” Shadow’s voice was low and sultry. He hooked a finger under Sonic’s collar and gave it a tug.

“I thought you did that yesterday,” Sonic whined.

“Not really. That was just dirty talk. Today, I’m going to remake you.”

Something with a bunch of soft, rubbery ends traced its way down Sonic’s body. Sonic shivered. His insides yearned for something in him, but Shadow didn’t seem too keen in that right now.

“Tell me, Sonic, what are you?”

“Naughty and bad,” Sonic whimpered. Shadow tutted.

“No no, darling. Try again.” He gave Sonic a light thwack on the chest with the… the thing. Sonic couldn’t tell what it was. The impact stung a little.

“Infertile.” Sonic tried. Shadow thwacked him again. Wrong answer again. Sonic whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re in heat,” Shadow said. “Which isn’t a bad thing, okay? It just messes with your mind a little.”

“Mmmmmmmmh.” Sonic arched his back as Shadow traced the toy down Sonic’s body, down, down, in the direction of Sonic’s needy womb. It was too floppy and unwieldy to put inside him. Sonic wanted it inside him anyways.

“Now sometimes, you… you get something stuck in that pretty little head of yours. You told me that yourself. Remember? Remember telling me that?”

“No,” Sonic grumbled. The toy dipped between his legs and its floppy, rubbery ends traced along Sonic’s entrance. Sonic moaned and tried to chase its teasing touch. Shadow pressed his hips down with a firm hand.

“Okay, that’s okay. But when you start thinking about something, I want you to tell me before you do it. Like your phone. Can you do that from now on? Can you tell your alpha when you want something?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Sonic groaned.

“That’s a start. What else do you want?”

“I wanna…” Sonic’s breath hitched when Shadow traced that toy over his entrance again. “I wanna take pictures.”

“And why do you want that?”

“So everyone knows I belong to you. I love belonging to you.”

“Such a good, loyal omega,” shadow crooned, “instead of using your phone, I’ll get you a disposable camera, okay? So you can take your pictures, but you can’t share em until you’re lucid enough to get them developed.”

“But i want people to know now!!!” Sonic whined. He tried to wriggle out from Shadow’s grip.

“And that’s what I’m going to teach you today. Patience. Good behavior.”

Shadow knew teaching patience to the fastest thing alive was a tall order, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He tapped the toy against Sonic’s pussy.

“I want that thing inside me,” Sonic whined.

“What, the flogger? Darling, that’s not meant for penetration.” Shadow sounded surprised. “Nonetheless, be patient, and I’ll reward you, okay?”

“I need it now.”

“No no. I’m going to go out and buy you a camera. When I get back, if I see any signs of you trying to get out of your bonds, I’ll punish you, okay? I don’t want to punish you. I want to reward you.”

“Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

“Patience.”

Shadow kissed his cheek, then Sonic heard footsteps walking away. He whimpered and whined, nice and loud, hoping to garner his alpha’s attention. Shadow ignored him, and soon Sonic heard him stepping out the front door.

Sonic tried to be patient. He tried so hard. He wanted to be well behaved for his alpha. But Shadow had set the flogger down so it just brushed his pussy, and he was needy and desperate. His insides throbbed. He was so empty. Too empty. So he started to claw at the fabric that bound his hands to the headboard.

When Shadow returned, Sonic had almost clawed himself free. He heard the door unlocked and open, and immediately Sonic resumed his whining and wailing. “Shadow!!!” He cried. “Alpha!! Please, please come back!”

No matter how loudly Sonic whimpered and begged, Shadow did not come for him. He rutted his hips against the flogger and sobbed, gross, fat tears wetting the blindfold.

“I’m sorry,” Sonic sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’ve been bad, please come back! I need you! Shadow!”

He wasn’t good enough for his alpha. He sniffled and choked on the thick tears that wet his snout. He kicked and squirmed until he’d managed to shove the bedsheets onto the floor. He screamed for Shadow. He screamed and wailed and thrashed.

Eventually, he ran out of steam, left tied up and panting, Sonic laid on the bed in miserable silence because Shadow was never going to come back for him. He laid there for 10 minutes before he heard Shadows rich deep voice.

“There you go,” he said, and his footsteps grew louder. He hadn’t been very far away. Had he been watching from the bedroom doorway this whole time? “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Sonic growled.

“Shhh, no growling, sweetheart. I know you’re feeling a lot. But remember, if you’re quiet and good, I’ll reward you. Okay? But since you struggled so much, I’m going to have to punish you.” He picked up the flogger and smacked Sonic with it again.

Sonic whimpers. Shadow unties him and takes off the blindfold. Sonic blinked at the light that flooded his eyes.

“I’m not going to fuck you for an hour.”

“Noo!!” Sonic immediately reached for Shadow and grabbed him trying to pull him down onto the bed. “Nononono please Im sorry—“

“Be patient.”

Sonic sobbed again. Wet and hormonal.

“How about this, darling?” Shadow said. “Go take a pregnancy test. We’ll talk afterwards.” Shadow paused. “And no touching yourself. Alpha’s orders. You’ll listen to your alpha, won’t you?”

Sonic whined. “Y-yessir.”

While Sonic went into the bathroom and took his test, Shadow set up Sonic’s video game system. He knew Sonic liked games. Maybe a game would keep his antsy brain occupied during his “punishment.”

Sonic exited the bathroom and handed shadow the little plastic stick. Still negative. Sonic stared at Shadow with wet, sad eyes.

“I set up your game system,” Shadow said, redirecting Sonic’s unhappy energy, “Want to play?”

“I want you< to play with me,” Sonic muttered, but he sat cross legged on the floor and quickly found himself soaked up in the game.

Shadow thought this was an interesting little test. Behavioral training aside, Shadow hadn’t fucked Sonic since 6 this morning, when he woke him for the last overnight alarm. It was now almost 11. And Sonic wasn’t in any pain.

This was good. This meant he really was healing. Even if the tests still read as negative, Shadow had a feeling that the deed had been done. There was a fertilized egg nestled somewhere in Sonic’s warm, pillowy uterus. Give it a few more days and the positive tests would start rolling in.

Shadow made lunch. Since Sonic was distracted, Shadow cooked a nice meal. Chili dogs. The scent eventually caught Sonics attention, and the omega drifted into the room, eyes dilated.

Even this deep into heat, Sonic could never resist a chili dog.

“Can I put a hot dog inside of me, alpha?” Sonic asked.

“No,” Shadow said. “Thank you for asking me, though. Very good boy.”

Sonic purred at the praise. Shadow pet him atop the head as the chili and hot dogs cooked. He peppered him with kisses. He nipped at his throat.

“You’ve been very good and patient,” Shadow purred. “So well behaved. After lunch, I think I’ll reward you.”

Shadow stayed true to his word. He ate lunch with Sonic, then he bent him over and fucked him right there at the kitchen table. He filled Sonic with cum, and Sonic took lots of pictures with his disposable camera.

~~

Somewhere on the other side of the city, Eggman chuckled evilly. Sonic—or,, who ever was attempting damage control on Sonics account—claimed the image was made artificially. But Eggman ran it through ten different AI detection programs and each one said the image was genuine.

This was very, very good. If Sonic was an omega, he could leverage omega discrimination against the hedgehog. And if Sonic were getting pregnant, well, that gave Eggman 9 free months to destroy the city.

He rubbed his hands together. Time to get planning. Step one: engineer a pregnancy test that will send the results data straight to his computer…

~~

Sonic had asked Shadow for permission to masturbate earlier, and Shadow said no, and Sonic listened to him. He sat quietly on the couch and waited.

Because Sonic was a good, well behaved, patient omega, Shadow rewarded him by teleporting him to a nice, quiet clearing in the middle of the forest. There was a lake and a waterfall. Right now, they laid in the grass, Shadow fucking him tenderly. Sonic moaned as Shadow pressed his cock in and out of him. Sonic balled up a wad of grass and dirt in his hands.

“Such a good boy for me,” Shadow praised. He rolled his hips inside him slowly, and Sonic mewled. “Do you see, sweetheart? You’ll be rewarded of you’re good?”

“Yes,” Sonic whined, “Yes sir.”

“Good. Now, what are you?”

“Your omega, sir.”

Shadow’s cock twitched inside of him. “And what does that mean?”

“I listen to you, sir.”

“And what do I want from you?”

“For me to— mmmmhhhh, Shadow… F’r me to ask you. B’fore I do anything.”

“Such a fast learner,” Shadow purred.

“Can you come in me, sir?”

“Patience.”

Shadow fucked him nice and slow. There was no rush. He savored Sonics warm, squishy, wet womb. He worshipped Sonic’s body and kissed him. Sonics moans were sweet and needy.

Shadow couldn’t help but notice the collar was still around Sonic’s neck. It wouldn’t be difficult to take off, but Sonic had left it there since yesterday. He’d slept in it. The only time that collar came off was when Shadow had bathed him, and then Sonic was quick to snap it right back on himself once he was dry. He was proud of the collar. Proud enough to share it on social media for the whole world to see. He was proud to be Shadow’s. He loved belonging to him.

Sonic wrapped his legs around Shadow’s hips and tried to squeeze him in, so Shadow immediately pulled back, breaking their kiss and pulling himself almost all the way out of him.

“Ah-ah-ah, Sonic.” Shadow said. Sonic whined.

“I need you, master,” Sonic whined.

Shadow paused for a second. That was a new one. He fell into his role quickly. “I know you do, darling. Your master’s going to take good care of you. Can you be a good, well-trained pet for me?”

Sonic whimpered. His pussy squeeze around the head of Shadow’s cock. “Please,” he whined. Oh, so whiny. “Please, master, I’ll be a good pet, I need you, sir!”

Shadow slowly, teasingly, pushed himself back inside.

“Who’s in charge of making decisions for you?”

“Y-y-you are, master.”

“Who decides when to fuck you, where to fuck you, and how to fuck you?”

“You do, master!”

Shadow slammed himself in and out of Sonic at a fast, vicious pace, but only for a few thrusts before resuming his slow, tender pace. Sonic moaned, but this time, he did not beg for any more than Shadow was giving him.

“I think your womb could use some cum in it,” Shadow mused as he fucked Sonic. “You’ve been so empty this morning. So patient. Would you like your reward?”

“Do I deserve it, master? Have I been good?”

“Oh, very good.”

Sonic moaned. Shadow’s knot was growing, catching inside of Sonic’s womb. Sonic purred at the sensation. Then, Shadow came, filling Sonic’s insides with a fresh coat of semen.

Omega was good, Sonic thought. Omega behaved. Alpha happy. Omega likes happy alpha. Omega will behave more.

Sonic plucked a few little white flowers from the grass and weaved them into Shadow’s quills. He took great care to decorate his alpha. Alpha was smiling. Alpha liked.

“Let’s go home,” Shadow said.

“Do we have to, master? Can we stay longer?”

“Hmmm,” Shadow said. “I suppose we could stay.”

“Can we— sir? Can you please fuck me so hard I can’t feel my legs? Master?”

Shadow smirked. “Is that what you want, my pet?”

“Yes, sir. I want you t’fuck me so hard I can’t walk. I want you to have to carry me around for the rest of the day. Can you please? Please, sir? I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Shadow gathered Sonic up in his arms and stood. He walked through the grass towards the waterfall. There was a cave behind the waterfall. Shadow carried him inside and leaned him over a large rock.

Without warning, he began to thrust hard and fast into his omega. Sonic howled. He slammed against Sonic’s inner walls, as deep as he could possibly go. The friction felt amazing inside Sonic. He babbled and whined and begged for more.

“Alpha!” Sonic screamed, “Mmmmm, alpha, oh, oh fuck!”

“Such a good omega,” Shadow purred. “So perfect underneath me. You’re going to be so perfect full of my babies.”

Sonic moaned and gasped with each heavy thrust. His thighs quivered. He leaned all his weight into the rock, unable to support himself upright. Shadow plowed into him. He gnawed on Sonic’s shoulder. He clawed down Sonic’s sides.

~~
Unbeknownst to both hedgehogs, a tiny robot the size of a fly hovered not far away, recording them. It sent its data straight to Eggman’s lair.

“Look at them,” Eggman said to Orbot and Cubot, “breeding like animals. This is perfect! Who knew that blue menace was such a whore?”

“If I may, sir,” Orbot said, “How can you guarantee they’ll keep the baby?”

“I hacked into Sonic’s medical records. What Sonic is experiencing now is what mobians call their last heat. It’s not really the last, he’ll have plenty more in the future, but what this means is, If he hadn’t found a mate, he would have died. Now, he has a mate, and in order to convince his body to keep him alive, he needs to carry the pregnancy to term. There’s no risk of abortion. It’s the perfect time to strike!”

On the video feed, Shadow’s thrusting halted and a few drops of cum dripped from Sonic’s abused hole. If Sonic wasn’t pregnant already, from all the sex he’s been having, he definitely was now.
~~

Shadow teleported Sonic home. When his knot went down, he pulled out of Sonic. Sonic clung to Shadow, following him around the house like a well trained puppy. He walked stiffly and awkwardly.

Shadow found a package addressed to him on the front porch. He picked it up and carried it into the kitchen. Sonic followed him, his arms wrapped tight around Shadow’s waist.

Sonic watched as Shadow opened the package. Inside was a set of four new pregnancy tests.

“You ordered more tests?” Sonic asked.

“…No,” Shadow said, confused. “I didn’t think I did.”

“I didn’t,” Sonic said. “I’ve been a good boy. I haven’t been on the internet since you took my phone.”

Shadow kissed him on the cheek. “I guess they must have doubled my order by mistake,” he said. He popped open the package. “Here. Go ahead and take one.”

Sonic took the test from Shadow. “I already took a test today.”

“Never hurts to do another, sweetheart.”

Sonic reluctantly peeled himself off of Shadow and went to take the test.

It came back negative again.

On Eggman’s computer, a spreadsheet opened and the data—test date and time, and results—was automatically inputted into the document.

Chapter Text

Sonic felt really good on the sixth morning. He felt like he could actually think straight again. Usually his heats lasted seven days, so it struck Sonic a little odd, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Shadow was asleep next to him. It was a mild surprise— Shadow never slept. But Sonic, though his memory of his time in heat was fuzzy at best, knew he was a piece of work. Shadow was probably exhausted.

Best to let him rest. Sonic stood stretched his extremely sore legs and hobbled into the kitchen. Maybe this morning he could surprise Shadow with some breakfast. Something fancy and nice as a thank-you-for-putting-up-with-me.His body seemed to be craving protein. No real surprise, after days and days of exhausting sex. Eggs it was, then. He pulled the carton from the fridge.

But ugh, eggs were so boring. Not special. And Sonic couldn’t find his phone, so he couldn’t google a recipe. No problem. He loved cooking, and he had plenty of cookbooks, so he flipped through those and resolved he’d look for his missing phone later. He opted to make egg sandwiches with bacon and hollandaise sauce. That sounded good. He tossed the books aside and got to cooking. It was a pretty easy thing to make, which was a major relief thanks to his aching body. He was sore in places he didn’t even know existed. All he had to do was fry up the bacon, toast two croissants, cook the eggs and mix up the sauce.

He whistled a little tune to himself as he cooked.

“Someone’s in good spirits this morning,” a deep rumbling voice snapped Sonic’s attention away from the food. He purred. He couldn’t help but purr.

Shadow ambled into the room, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He looked sleepy. It was endearing.

“Morning, Shads!” Sonic cheered. “I figured you wouldn’t complain if I made breakfast today. You look tired.”

“You’re a nightmare, you know that?” Shadow yawned. He sat down at the kitchen table.

“I told you that.”

“You did.”

The two hedgehogs shared a laugh. Sonic flipped the bacon. The moment felt so domestic. What would it take for Sonic to make breakfast for Shadow every morning for the rest of his life? Sonic toweled the grease off the bacon. He stacked it onto the croissants, followed by the egg and then the sauce. He carried the plates over to the table and passed one to Shadow.

“So, um…” Sonic started.

“Your heat’s over?”

“Well, pretty much,” Sonic said. “I mean, it’s still lingering a bit, but that’s normal for the last day. Like, I totally wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to jump my bones right now, but I’m not so, uh, lost in the sauce, I guess.”

“That was way too many colloquialisms for this early in the morning.”

Sonic laughed. “It’s like, ten, dude.”

Sonic eyed Shadow for a while. He was so handsome. Sonic rested his hand on his cheek and traced the shape of his quills, his muzzle. Shadow noticed he was staring, his red eyes met Sonic’s and he gave him a questioning stare.

“What?” Shadow asked

“I just… Idunno, I’m thinking, I guess.”

“Do I want to know what about?”

“I guess I just… I like havin you here, Shadow. It feels nice. It feels… right. But… now that my heat’s pretty much over and I’m alive, you probably wanna go home.`’

“I’ve never met anyone who jumps to conclusions as quickly as you do.”

“What can I say?” Sonic laughed nervously. “Fastest thing alive.”

“Well, good for you, because I’ve been thinking, too, and trust me when I say I’m much better at thinking right now than you are.” Shadow leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. “Because I happen to not want to go home.”

“…Oh?”

“And I thought, maybe, we could both sell our homes and buy a nice big one, with a few extra bedrooms, y’know, for guests, or…” Shadow paused. “Kids.”

Sonics heart nearly stopped. He got up from his seat and tackled Shadow out of his. The last chunk of his sandwich ended up in a pile on the floor as the hedgehogs tumbled. Sonic’s tail wagged. He kissed Shadow, and Shadow held Sonic close, both hedgehogs splayed out on the kitchen floor.

“Oh chaos,” Sonic whispered between heated kisses, “I’d love that.”

“Good.” Shadow said. “Because last night, I went to my place and already packed everything up.”

Sonic’s eyes widened. That must be why he was so sleepy. He’d already packed up his entire apartment? Sonic knew Shadow’s apartment was small and not very cluttered, but still!

He sat up, getting off Shadow. He stood and offered Shadow a hand in getting up to his feet.

“Now you,” Shadow said, “have another pregnancy test to take.”

Shadow went to his bag of heat supplies and took one of the older pregnancy tests out. Might as well use those first. He wasn’t sure if they could expire, but just in case, he figured it to be a good idea. He handed it to Sonic. Sonic disappeared into the bathroom. 3 minutes later, the test read negative again.

“I don’t think I’m pregnant, Shadow.” Sonic said with a sigh. “It’s a nice thought, I guess, but how many tests have I taken now?”

“I think you are,” Shadow said. “I’m certain you are. We have enough tests for the rest of the week. I think your body just hasn’t released the hormones these tests detect yet.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because you’re standing in front of me right now.” Shadow said “Yesterday, your body didn’t try to hurt you at all. Today, your heat has dissipated a whole day early. Sonic, you *are* pregnant. You’re going to keep taking those tests until they start coming out positive.”

“Yes, sir.” Sonic said instinctively. He froze. His eyes widened. He blushed. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Shadow grinned. “Just a bit of… behavioral training.”

Sonic shuddered. “God, that’s hot.”

~~

The next three days tested negative. One of those tests, unbeknownst to Sonic and Shadow, was sent to Eggman. In the meantime, the two hedgehogs hired an agent to help them find a nice new house. They worked to pack up all of Sonic’s many belongings. His furniture, his cooking supplies, his shelves upon shelves of books and games… it was hard work. Shadow didn’t let Sonic do any of the heavy lifting.

“I can help,” Sonic insisted as Shadow lugged a heavy box across the room. It was full to the brim with books. Sonic sat on the floor folding clothes.

“No,” Shadow insisted. “Don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“There isn’t even a baby, Shadow.”

“There is.”

They found a nice big house with four bedrooms and a huge kitchen and bought it. It was a nice, secluded home. Free from prying neighbors, surrounded by woods, with a big yard. It was perfect. Shadow ended his apartment’s lease. Sonic put his house up for sale. They moved into the new house.

Unpacking was just as hard as packing. There were boxes everywhere, which now needed to be sorted, and there was furniture that needed to be assembled or put into place. This house was two floors tall which made it more difficult because they needed to lug furniture upstairs. Sonic and Shadow procrastinated on that and did less difficult tasks.

“Hey, Shads?” Sonic asked as he knelt by a box full of pots and pans unpacking it on the new kitchen floor. “Where’s my phone? I wanna text my friends the new address.”

“That depends... Can I trust you with it?”

“Can you—what? Of course you can, Shadow. It’s my phone. What happened? Did I try to shove it inside myself, or something?”

Shadow sighed. Sonic didn’t like that sigh. “You.,. Uh, Come with me.”

Sonic stood and followed Shadow into the living room. He sat Sonic down on the couch, which was so stained with bodily fluids that Sonic figured it’d be better to just throw it away and get a new one. For now, since nothing was unpacked, the couch was their only intact piece of furniture. It was their bed and their resting space. They’d positioned it in front of a big fireplace. Sonic couldn’t wait for winter to roll around so he could light a fire in that fireplace.

“Shadow,” Sonic said. Shadow sat beside him and took his hands and squeezed. “What’s wrong?”

“Sonic, you…” Shadow chewed his lip “When you were in heat, you posted some stuff online.”

Sonics eyes widened. “I—no, I wouldn’t do that.”

“You did. I tried to play it off like your account got hacked, but… i don’t know how well it worked. Your secret might be out.”

He pulled Sonic’s phone from his quills. Handed it to sonic. Sonic took it with shaking hands, and with a wince, he opened his social media. He had thousands of notifications.

The post at the top of his account said “Sorry everyone, Sonic’s account was hacked, working on a solution. —Tails”

What followed that post were about a string of 10 very horny posts, including one with a photo of himself wearing the collar that still sat around his neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sonic asked.

“I didn’t want to stress you out.”

“Well, I’m very stressed anyways!” He squeaked. He opened his private messages. At the very top was a conversation with Eggman. Hesitantly, he opened it.

It contained a very explicit image. The most recent message was from Eggman. It read:

I ran that photo through AI detection filters. Nice try, hedgehog, but I know the truth. See you in… hmm, how about 7 months? >:)

Sonic felt sick to his stomach. He dropped his phone on the floor.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, “oh god oh god…”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Why did you let me do this?”

“I—I didn’t know until after you’d already done it. Sorry.”

“And you didn’t delete them?”

“I… I suppose I could have, but I worried that’d make it look worse for you, somehow. Like panic deleting.”

Sonic groaned. “This is terrible. We—okay. Does Amy and Knux know about this?”

“They do.”

“Okay. Okay. Um. We just gotta take Eggman down before he can strike, okay? Let’s gather everyone and storm him. He won’t know what hit him. We can stop him before he has the chance to start anything.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Shadow stressed. “You’re going to stay home, where you’re safe. You can NOT risk losing this baby.”

“I’m not even pregnant!!” Sonic shouted. He stood from his seat. He felt light headed from the stress. “Every test I’ve taken has been negative!”

“Have you taken one today?”

“No, but why bother? I… I…” Sonic felt dizzy. He probably shouldn’t have stood up so fast. Black spots dotted his vision and before he knew it, Shadow was swooping in to catch him as he fainted.

~~

Sonic woke up with a wet towel pressed against his forehead. He was laying on the couch. Shadow knelt next to him.

“Please,” Shadow begged when he saw Sonic was awake “Please don’t strain yourself.”

Sonic sighed. “Im sorry.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine.”

Sonic sat up slowly. Shadow supported him as he did.

“I just wanted to send my friends our new address,” Sonic whispered. He leaned over and grabbed his phone off the floor. “Maybe I should just delete my account.”

He opened up his group chat, the one with Shadow, Amy, Knux, Tails, Rouge. It looked like the chat had blown up during the panic of Sonic’s social media usage. Sonic felt embarrassed. Ashamed. How could he face his friends after all this?

He typed out the address and sent it with no other context aside from that he and Shadow moved. He ignored when his friends immediately started messaging back, asking if he was okay. He opened up his social media and deleted his account. Then he set his phone aside.

“Do you need anything?” Shadow asked. “Water? A snack?”

“Give me another pregnancy test,” he mumbled. Shadow hesitated but then passed one to him. Sonic stood, his body feeling a little unstable, and walked upstairs to the master bathroom. There was a closer one, one downstairs, but Sonic wanted a change of scenery.

The master bathroom in the new house was huge and nice. There was tons of space in the shower and the bathtub had jets in it. When he’d first moved in, he’d immediately flagged the master bathroom as a great place to have sex with Shadow. In the tub, in the shower… but now, Sonic just sat on the toilet and took care of the pregnancy test. He peed on it and set it on the counter.

While he waited, he walked into the master bedroom. It was a huge room, twice the size of Sonic’s old bedroom. In the center was a king sized bed frame they hadn’t yet assembled. To busy himself while he waited, Sonic began to put together the frame, snapping its metal joints in place. Shadow joined him later and helped. Once the frame was put together, they heaved the huge mattress onto it.

“Do we have sheets yet?” Sonic asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I haven’t gone shopping for anything yet.”

“Okay.”

“Have you… looked at the test? It’s been twenty minutes.”

“I haven’t.”

“Go.”

Sonic felt reluctant, but he went into the bathroom. Shadow waited outside. Sonic disappeared in there for quite a while, but eventually he stepped back out, standing in the doorway, the little plastic stick in his hands. He looked at Shadow with wet, glittery eyes. He looked down at the stick. He lookd back at Shadow.

He took a shaky breath. “I… I’m pregnant. You were right.”

Shadow he swooped in and hugged his mate nice and tight. “I knew it,” he purred into Sonic’s neck. He nipped at the flesh just above his collar. “Can you take a couple more tests later? Just to make sure it wasn’t a false positive?”

“Yessir,” Sonic purred.

Later, he took two more pregnancy tests (they all went to Eggman).

~~

Shadow bought bedsheets, and Sonic knew exactly how to break in their new bed. As soon as Shadow affixed the sheets, Sonic pounced, tackling Shadow onto the bed. He kissed him hungrily. Shadow, underneath him, chuckled in amusement but not surprise, leaning into the kiss. Sonic gripped Shadow needily, already out of breath as Shadow slotted his knee between Sonic’s legs.

Sonic rubbed his crotch up and down Shadow’s thigh and groaned. His heat was long gone, but m he was unbearably horny. He’d been horny ever since the last pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant,” Sonic whispered between kisses. Shadow tugged at his quills. Sonic moaned.

“Good boy,” Shadow praised. The praise shot straight between his legs.

“Fuuuuck,” Sonic moaned as he rutted against Shadow’s leg. His dense thigh muscles pressed against Sonic's clit and his delicate folds. “Shadow, fuck…”

Shadow’s hands found Sonic’s waist. His cock hardened in its pouch, and Sonic took to rubbing it, coaxing it free.

“Let’s see how well you’ve learned your obedience lesson,” Shadow said, his voice gravelly in a way that shot straight to Sonic’s groin. “Hands off my dick, darling.”

Sonic listened. He stopped touching Shadow’s dick. Sonic found he suddenly didn’t even want to touch Shadow’s dick. Absently, he wondered how Shadow managed to get so much control over him.

“I want you to make yourself cum on my thigh.”

“Haaahhh, Yes, master,” Sonic mumbled. He pressed his pussy hard against Shadow’s thigh and moaned. Shadow’s cock ached and twitched for attention but Shadow ignored it. For now. Watchng Sonic fuck himself on Shadow’s thigh was too delicious.

Sonic rutted, leaving Shadow’s leg sticky and wet. His fur bristled against Sonic’s entrance. It was rough and a little tickly. Sonic squirmed.

Shadow hooked a finger under Sonic’s collar and gave it a tug. Sonic whined. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, Shadow!”

“Damn,” Shadow purred “even out of your heat, you’re a total whore, aren’t you?”

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Sonic gasped. he ground down onto Shadow’s thigh. “Can I touch myself, sir?”

“No.”

“You’re so cruel,” Sonic grumbled. Shadow tugged at his collar again. Sonic gasped. Shadow smacked Sonic’s ass hard.

“That’s not a kind thing to say to your master,” he purred. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me for giving you the opportunity to get off at all?”

“Thank you,” Sonic whined, picking up his pace, “Thank you, sir!”

“Good. You’re welcome.”

Sonic shuddered. He lifted his hips up until they brushed against Shadow’s knee. Then he slid his way back down, all the way to Shadow’s hip. He moaned.

“Now, come.” Shadow snapped his fingers.

On command, Sonic’s insides tightened and slick squirted from his pussy. Sonic shouted with pleasre. His fluids dribbled down Shadow’s leg. Sonic gasped for air, burying his face against Shadows chest.

“What the hell,” Sonic mumbled. He was surprised by the way his body reacted to Shadow. “Did you hypnotize me during my heat or something?”

“No,” Shadow said, “I just reminded you who owns you.”

Sonic groaned. “I’m my own independent hedgehog, thank you very much.”

“Except for in the bedroom, hm?”

“Can we please just be normal for once? I wanna celebrate being pregnant.”

Shadow laughed.

“Can I touch your dick now?” Sonic stared down at the hard member. It stood at attention, twitching and eager.

“Yes, darling.”

Sonic shifted. He wrapped his fingers around the base and gave it a little squeeze. He leaned down and licked from the base just above his hand, to the tip.

“Since I’m not in heat anymore and I’m not desperate for every drop of your cum to go in my pussy,” Sonic purred “may I suck you off, alpha?”

“Hmmm,” Shadow deliberated. “I do like cumming in your pussy.”

“My mouth is just as good, sir.”

“Mmm, okay. I’ll allow it. Be a good pet and take care of me.”

Sonic got to work. He took Shadow's tip into his mouth and licked the precum from his tip. Shadow moaned as Sonic rolled his tongue over his head. Sonic massaged the base as he did.

He took Shadow’s cock into his mouth as deep as he could go before gagging. That was about halfway. So he rubbed and squeezed the base as he sucked and licked. He bobbed his head up and down. Shadow moaned. It took all his self control not to fuck Sonic’s mouth.

“Ffffuck,” Shadow groaned. He let his head flop back and he stared at the ceiling. His hips jerked upwards a bit and Sonic gasped. It didn't deter the hedgehog though. He kept sucking and rubbing.

Sonic tried to take Shadows dick a little deeper into his mouth, but he coughed, so he pulled back. Shadow made a mental note to add gag reflex work to his pet’s training regimen.

Shadow’s knot grew and Sonic squeezed it in his hand. He massaged it with his thumb. Pleasure shot up shadow’s spine. He moaned loud and shameless. Then, he came. He spilled his seed into Sonic’s mouth, and Sonic swallowed it all down.

“Damn,” Shadow grumbled as he caught his breath. “That was amazing. Such a good boy.”

Both hedgehogs fell asleep.

~~

Sonic was pretty depressed about the whole social media thing. He sat on the couch and moped all friday long, no matter how much Shadow tried to console him.

Shadow decided Sonic needed a change of pace, so he decided to host a housewarming party, so he told everyone in the group chat to come over that Saturday. Sonic was nervous about facing his friends after the ordeal. They knew he was an omega now, they knew Shadow was his mate, and he had thoroughly embarrassed hmself online. Sonic thought it was a recipe for disaster. So Saturday morning he was anxious and jittery.

Shadow and Sonic took a shower together, getting nice and clean. They hadn't washed much during Sonic’s heat, so they were in desperate need of a good cleaning. Shadow’s tender care eased Sonic’s nerves a little. But he was still a nervous mess as he tried to clean up the mess of boxes as best they could. That meant shoving them off to the corner of the living room.

Knuckles and Rouge arrived first. Shadow was the one to answer the door, because Sonic was too anxious. They brought gifts. Two cylindrical shaped items wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, because the duo didn’t have the right wrapping for the occasion. Sonic took them and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“Whats the occasion for the new house?” Rouge asked.

“Uh,” Sonic stuttered “We… we’re… you know why.”

“Duhh,” Rouge said”but you could have stayed at your house.”

“It was Shadow’s idea. He wanted a… a fresh start.” Sonic babbled vaguely. He hadn’t told his friends about the pregnancy yet. Rouge nodded.

Amy rung the doorbell, and Sonic, feeling a bit less nervous, answered the door and let her inside. She had a big box in her hands.

“How heavy is it?” Shadow was quick to ask.

“It’s a little hefty but it’s not terrible,” Amy said.

Shadow grabbed the box before Sonic had the chance to take it. “Shadow,” Sonic started “I could have—“

“Shh. ” shadow carried the box to the counter.

Tails arrived not too long later. The teenager just went ahead and let himself in. He had a gift, too. Sonic didn’t remember Shadow telling people to bring gifts, but everybody had. Sonic felt bad for imposing after everything he’d fucked up, lately.

Everybody gathered in the kitchen. They stood at the counter and watched Sonic and Shadow open the gifts they’d brought. Knuckles and Rouge had brought two candles. The labels said they smelled like the yellow and blue chaos emeralds. Sonic couldn’t help but laugh at that. The chaos emeralds didn’t smell like anything. Still, Sonic went ahead and lit the blue one. It smelled nice.

Tails had brought them one of those security doorbell systems that recorded video of whoever walked up to the door. And Amy’s gift was a big, sturdy stand mixer for the kitchen.

“Soooo,” Sonic said, shifting his weight awkwardly. “Um. We need to figure out how we’re gonna deal with Eggma—“

“Shhhh,” Shadow shushed him. “We’re not talking about that right now. Come on, let’s give everyone a tour.”

The guests exchanged glances. Sonic wanted to hide in shame.

“I’d love a tour,” Amy said with a smile.

The house wasn’t all that exciting, as undecorated as it was. The group saw the big kitchen and the pantry. Then Shadow led everyone to the living room and advised that nobody sit on the suspiciously stained couch, which was the only real piece of furniture available at the moment. Then, he showed the group what would become the game room. Sonic’s boxes of games and books sat in the middle of the room.

Then, they went upstairs. Upstairs was the master bedroom, and three unused spare rooms.

“It’s a nice house,” Tails said. “Lots of space!”

“You all are welcome here anytime,” Sonic said. “Like, for example, when we all get together in the very near future to talk about—“

“Sonic,” Shadow scolded.

“What?” Sonic groaned. “Can we please address this? In true Sonic fashion, I’ve gone and screwed everything up. I just want to have a concrete plan of how to fix this!”

“Breathe, darling,” Shadow purred. He pressed a hand against Sonic’s flat stomach. It felt warm and soothing. Sonic was keenly aware of his friends staring at them. “Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

“…So you are pregnant,” Rouge said.

“Yeah” Sonic whispered. “Yeah, I am.”

“I figured as much. Why else would you buy a house this big? Anyways, leave it to us, big blue. We’ll get the whole situation wrapped up.”

“But I—“

“You need to keep yourself safe and out of the way,” Amy said. “We’re all just happy you’re alive, okay?”

“…okay.”

Chapter Text

Sonic felt miserably sick. He’d been awake since 3am vomiting in the toilet. It was 6:30 now. Shadow sat by his side, rubbing his back. His presence was soothing.

“My time off from work is over” Shadow whispered, “but if you need me to stay with you—“

“It’s okay,” Sonic grumbled, pressing his face against the cool toilet seat. “I’ve been through far worse than this. I’ve killed gods, Shadow. I can handle morning sickness.”

“Alright,” Shadow said. He massaged Sonic’s tense shoulders. Sonic heaved and retched. Shadow held his quills back.

Sonic clutched his upset stomach. This was leagues better than the pain he’d experienced before and during his heat, but it was still miserable. His tummy gurgled as it tried to get accustomed to the bundle of cells growing in his womb. There would be a lot of this for the next few months, and Sonic wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Would you like anything to eat?” Shadow asked. The clock on the counter now read 7am. “Something light? We’ve got crackers in the pantry.”

“Not now. Maybe later.”

“Ginger tea? That will soothe your stomach.”

“…That sounds nice.”

Shadow stood and walked downstairs. Sonic tried to focus on the sound of the kettle brewing. It helped keep him from throwing up again. Shadow returned and gently pressed the mug into Sonics hands.

“Remember, you’ve got your doctor appointment at 11 today.”

“Ok.”

“He’ll probably be able to help you with the morning sickness.”

“Yeah.” Sonic took a tiny sip of the tea. His hands were clammy and shaky.

“If you need anything at all, call me.”

“I know.”

“I have to get ready for work.”

“Go.”

Shadow lingered for 10 more minutes, pressing kisses against Sonic’s cheeks and shoulders, before he finally got up and left. Thirty minutes later Shadow came to say goodbye, then he was gone.

Sonic vomited again. The morning passed slowly and smelled like vomit. At 10:50, still curled up around the toilet, Sonic called Shadow.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Shadow picked up the phone quickly. “How are you feeling? You at your appointment?”

Sonic let out a garbled groan. “Sha’s…” he mumbled. “Hav’nt left th’ house. M’ not gonna make it…”

He coughed, but he was grateful nothing came out, because it would be gross to vomit while on the phone.

“Okay, okay. I’ll take the rest of the day off. I’ll take you to your appointment.”

Mere Moments later, Shadow teleported into the bathroom. Sonic whined at the flash of light. He wrapped his arms around Sonic’s middle and gently urged him to stand. Sonic clung to the toilet bowl like it was his lifeline.

Shadow let go of him and rushed out of the room, grabbed a mixing bowl from the kitchen, and brought it to Sonic. Sonic took it and clung to it. And then Shadow teleported him to the doctor’s office.

Teleporting did not help his condition. In the waiting room, as Shadow checked him in, Sonic retched into the mixing bowl. A drop of sweat dripped down his face. He was aware of the people in the waiting room staring at him. A few people snapped photos of him. He wasn’t all that surprised—how often did one see a celebrity vomiting in a waiting room? Not often. Sonic had always insisted on having a public doctor—now, he sort of regretted it. He liked putting himself on the same level as the folks around him, but now the attention was unwanted.

Sonic figured he would go viral in a few hours.

The doctor was mercifully on time today. He called Sonic back, and Shadow helped him walk into the private room. Sonic stumbled and nearly dropped his bowl of vomit all over the floor. The doctor took the bowl, washed it out in the sink, and handed it back to him.

“His heat’s over now,” Shadow explained, and Sonic was eternally grateful his mate had come home, because Sonic would not have been able to handle this appointment on his own. “He’s pregnant. Been struggling with morning sickness.”

“Well, what a relief to see he made it through his heat,” the doctor said. “The hardest part is over. At this point, I would advise you keep the baby—your body might reject you again if you terminate.”

Sonic nodded. “Figured as much,” he said.

“Now, there’s not much we can do to soothe morning sickness. I can prescribe you some anti nausea medication, but first I’d like you to monitor it for a few weeks. If it doesn’t settle, give me a call and I’ll send a prescription to your pharmacy. The less medication you take during your pregnancy, the better for the baby.”

The doctor thoroughly checked Sonic, deemed him in perfect health. His reproductive deterioration had completely reversed. The doctor sent him on his way with a sticker he usually only gave to children. It had a unicorn on it and said “GOOD JOB!” In rainbow block letters.

Shadow teleported him home. Sonic vomited again as soon as they arrived. He missed the mixing bowl. Shadow scrambled to clean it up.

“Dont teleport me ever again,” Sonic groaned.

“Okay, dearest.”

Later, Sonic managed to peel himself away from the toilet and eat a bowl of soup with crackers. He was starting to feel better at around 1:30. While he munched on his soup, he made a new social media account, one that was completely anonymous. He used that account to scroll through the “Sonic the Hedgehog” tag. He still wanted to keep tabs on what people were saying about him.

”SONIC THE HEDGEHOG DELETES ACCOUNT AFTER SCANDALOUS SLIPUP?”

”omg, is Sonic the Hedgehog really actually an omega??? That’s so cool. I’m an omega… if he’s one, he’ll fight for our rights!”

REPLY |—> “Kinda cringe that it looked like heat tweeting though.”

Sonic paused to look up “heat tweeting.” It was exactly what he feared: Omegas posting lewd, sexual content in the midst of their heat. It was both humiliating and also a mild relief that it was common among omegas. Sonic had never heard of it before. Now, he wondered if he’d done it during a previous heat.

He continued his scrolling.

”Sonic spotted vomiting in public waiting room after major online blunder. Is he sick. or is he pregnant? Click the link below to read the full article.”

The article went into a deep analysis of all Sonic and Shadow’s most recent public appearances. The doctor’s visits. Shadow’s visit to the sex store, where he purchased toys and pregnancy tests. The posts, the feigned hackinf. More doctor’s visits. Even the new house. All the evidence was stacking up. They’d done a shoddy job at hiding it.

He exited out of the article, and the first post on his feed was:

“Ew, if Sonic’s an omega, I’m joining the eggman empire.”

Sonic sighed.

“Staring at social media wont ease ease your nerves, darling,” Shadow said. He took Sonics phone from his hand and placed it face down on the table.

“I know. I just… I feel awful.”

“Scrolling will only make it worse.”

~~

Day after day, week after week, Sonic spent his mornings vomiting. Shadow fell back into the usual swing of his 9-5 job. GUN had him investigate Eggman. GUN was just as worried about invasion as Sonic was.

Eggman was weirdly silent . Too silent. Shadow was suspicious.

Sonic, in the meantime, was antsy and restless. When he felt up for it, he went running. Might as well enjoy soundspeed while he could, because in a couple months he wouldn’t be able to reach that speed anymore. Despite his friends’ protests, sometimes he joined in on scouting missions. Sonic was too stubborn to let them say no. So He scoped out old Eggman bases and helped Tails look for any signs of activity. During a flyover on the Tornado, Sonic found out that Eggman was building lots of robots in a factory in the jungle.

Sonic wanted to trash the base. Tails quickly turned the plane around and reported the activity to Amy and Knuckles.

More social media posts rolled in. A lot of pregnancy rumors. He realized he wouldn’t be keeping his secret for long.

“Look at this pic I sniped of Sonic in town today!” One person wrote. Attached was a blurry photo where it looked like his stomach was jutting out a bit.

Someone replied: “Either he just ate a ton of chili dogs, or he really is pregnant.”

Sonic stood in the mirror and inspected his body. He didn’t look all that different. His stomach was still flat. If he really tried to jut it out, he could, but its natural state was still slender. The person who took the photo may have manipulated it. Or maybe he had eaten a lot that day.

He snapped a photo of himself and labeled it “1 month.”

He started wearing shirts in public. That didn’t help. More posts rolled in. “Is Sonic the Hedgehog wearing clothes to hide his baby bump?”

He just couldn’t catch a break! He was just glad he was smart enough not to wear the collar in public. As much as his inner omega wanted to keep wearing it.

“Maybe we should just announce it publicly” Sonic said to his friends during a gathering with a frustrated groan. “I can’t take all this scrutiny.”

“You know we can’t,” Amy said. “If Eggman finds out, it’s over for us.”

“He probably already knows.”

“You don’t know that. I mean, sure, you shared some pretty, um, incriminating evidence, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re pregnant, y’know? Plenty of people try for babies and fail.”

Sonic sighed. “I know. You’re right. I’m just… ugh. This is frustrating.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Knuckles, Tails and I were thinking about bringing you along on our mission tonight.”

Sonic perked up at that. Beside him, Shadow snarled.

“We’re NOT bringing him on our mission,” the alpha growled in a way that it activated Sonic’s omega obedience response. Be a good Omega. Stay home. Take care of baby. Sonic shook the thoughts away. He was restless. Some action would do him good.

“Shadow, I know you’re protective of him right now, and you have ample reason to be, but you have to admit Sonic’s an asset. It’d be good to have him along. It’s not even supposed to be a difficult mission tonight. It’s just that old base we wanted to comb over.”

“I’ll come along,” Sonic said before Shadow could interject. “I wanna stretch my legs.”

Shadow grumbled under his breath.

That evening everybody gathered at Tails’ house. They gathered onto the Tornado and flew out towards the coast. Shadow sat with Sonic in the backseat, one hand around Sonic’s waist and the other up his shirt and planted firmly on his stomach, silently reminding Sonic that he needed to be very, very careful. He growled the whole ride there.

“Shads, you gotta let go of me,” Sonic said when they disembarked the plane. “Eggman probably has cameras around. If he sees you acting like this, he’ll know.”

“I don’t like that you’re here,” Shadow replied.

Knuckles waved for the group to shut up and follow him. Sonic pulled away from Shadow and hurried after his friend, leaving the alpha to follow behind him in a frustrated huff.

The base was quiet and eerie. The group walked single file through the base, checking all of the rooms they passed.

“Nothing worthwhile is here,” said Knuckles. “I’d say we get out and not waste any more time.”

“Seconded,” Shadow said quickly.

Sonic eyed a security camera in the corner of the room. It was pointed directly at him

“Guys, I think he’s watching us.” Sonic said. He took a step to the side, and the camera followed his movement. “I think he’s watching me.”

“Let’s get out, then,” Shadow growled. He took Sonic by the wrist and pulled him to the exit. But the doors slammed shut and suddenly they were surrounded by robots.

Shadow snarled and gripped Sonic close to him. As a robot attacked, Shadow punched it, denting its metallic face. Sonic spindashed at it, slicing through it with his sharp spines.

Amy and Knuckles were fighting on the other side of the room, and Tails was all alone. Sonic ran to go join his little brother. Tails was a good fighter, but Sonic’s protective instinct still reigned supreme. Just as Shadow was protective over Sonic right now. Sonic ran for Tails, but as he did, a robot shot its laser gun at him. The laser pierced through Sonic’s shoulder. He shouted in pain and blood dripped from the wound…

Shadow was on him in an instant. He grabbed him, one hand around his waist and the other flat on his stomach. Yeah yeah, I know, Sonic thought. Blah blah blah, protect the baby. Shadow grabbed tails and Amy and Knuckles, and teleported them all to Amy’s house.

“Wait, Shadow, my plane!” Tails shouted. “We need to go back to get my plane!”

Shadow growled. He wasn’t in the mood. He zeroed in on Sonic, pushing him down on the couch. Amy handed him her first aid kit and he immediately took to patching up Sonic’s injury.

“You’re stupid,” Shadow growled as he cleaned the blood from Sonic’s fur. “You’re all stupid. Taking Sonic on a mission? Seriously? He’s PREGNANT! Am i the only goddamn sane one here?”

“I thought it’d be an easy mission,” Amy said quietly “We all did.”

“Sonic will not be going on ANY more missions. None. Not a single one.”

“Shadow, It’s really not that—“ Sonic started. He was cut off by his alpha’s sharp, domineering snarl.

“If anything happens to the baby,” Shadow growled, “If anything happens to YOU, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Sonic wilted under his intense stare. Once Shadow finished wrapping up his wound, he teleported Sonic home, leaving Tails Knuckles and Amy to figure out how to retrieve Tails’s plane.

Shadow deposited Sonic on the couch. It was already stained with semen and sweat, so a bit of blood on it wasn’t the end of the world. They’d already arranged for a trash truck to come pick it up.

“Shadow, I—“

“Quiet.” Shadow snapped. Sonic immediately fell silent. “I’m mad at you.”

Sonic’s ears drooped and he nodded. The hedgehogs didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the night.

Nor in the morning. Sonic vomited into the toilet and Shadow left for work. Sonic’s heart hurt. He’d upset his alpha. He hadn’t meant to upset his alpha.

Shadow didn’t talk to him for three days. In those days, Sonic spent his time wallowing on the couch. He didn’t move much, didn’t do much. Sonic had plenty of spats with Shadow in the past, but now that they were mates, Shadow’s silent treatment, his anger, felt like a knife in his heart. What was the point of going on if his alpha was mad at him? What was the point of the baby in his belly if Shadow ignored him?

One afternoon, he found the energy to call Amy. She didn’t pick up, and Sonic left a long, whiny, paranoid message about how he was sorry if she was mad too and that he just wanted someone to pretend he existed and that his alpha hated him and—

Halfway through his message, Amy called him back, so he ended the message and picked up.

“Hey,” Amy said. “Everything okay?”

“Noooo,” Sonic whined. Sonic felt pathetic for being a slave to his hormones. He thought it would be over after his heat. But pregnancy was full of hormones, too. “Shadow hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“He does. He hasn’t spoken to me since the mission and he hates me.”

“Take a deep breath, Sonic. Want me to come over?”

“Please.”

“Okay. I’m putting my shoes on now. I’ll be at your door in no time, okay?”

“Mmkay.”

She hung up. Sonic waited. After ten grueling minutes, she knocked on the door. Sonic forced himself off the couch and answers the door.

“…Hey.” Sonic mumbled. Amy immediately pulled him into a hug.

“I listened to the message you sent. I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m sorry I missed your call.”

He buried his nose into her shoulder. She wasn’t his alpha, but she was an alpha, so maybe that was better than nothing. Not that he had any intention to cheat on Shadow, he loved him dearly, but… he really needed someone’s affirmation.

“I hate how much this has screwed up my brain,” Sonic grumbled as Amy led him over to the stained couch. Sonic laid back down on it. Amy sat on the floor just in front of him. “I shouldn’t have to depend on him so much. We used to fight all the time. But—but now—I need him, Ames, I need him so badly and he hates me and I’m a terrible mate.”

Amy pet his quills gently. “It’s okay. He’ll come around. Want me to talk to him about it?”

“Mmmmggghhghhh.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Sonic groaned. “No, I can deal with it. I just… I hate being alone. I don’t want to be alone. Why does he say he loves me only to turn around and ignore me?”

“He’s stubborn.”

“What if he doesn’t come back?” Sonic whimpered “What if he leaves for work and then he never comes home? He said he wanted to raise the baby with me, but maybe he was lying, maybe he wants to move across the country and never see me again—“

“He loves you, Sonic. Just give him some time, okay? He’ll come around.”

Amy left an hour later. Shadow came home an hour after that. He brushed past Sonic without a word when he came home. He went upstairs. Sonic watched him walk by. His whole body shook. Shadow hates him. Shadow regrets mating with him. Shadow’s going upstairs to pack his belongings so he can abandon him tomorrow.

Shadow cooked dinner tonight as he did for the past few nights. Sonic wandered in as Shadow set the table. He still set it with two plates. But they ate together in complete silence. And halfway through the meal, Sonic put his head down on the table and sobbed. It was a thick, ugly, snotty sob.

This took Shadow by surprise.

Shadow was at Sonic’s side in an instant. He scooted his chair around so he sat next to Sonic, and he wrapped his arms around his middle. Slowly he coaxed his mate off the table and into his arms. Sonic sobbed into his shoulder, balling his hands into fistfuls of white chest fur.

“Please don’t leave me,” Sonic begged. “Please don’t.”

“What?”

“You’re gonna pack up y-your things and l-leave for work and never come back,” he sobbed “I can’t do it, I can’t, I need you, don’t leave!”

“I… I wasn’t going to leave you.”

“You were. You haven’t looked a-at me all week. You hate me. You regret mating with me, you’re gonna make me raise our baby all on my own!“

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Shadow cooed, pressing kisses atop Sonics head. “I took it too far. I love you dearly. I’d never dream of leaving, I was just… frustrated that you threw yourself into danger like that.”

Sonic sniffled. Shadow pulled him in closer. Their dinner slowly grew cold.

“I’m sorry,” Shadow repeated over and over. “Im sorry. I’m sorry, my darling. I didn’t think it would hurt you this much. I’m not leaving you, okay? I love you more than you could ever know.”

Sonic nodded against his shoulder.

“Want to go out and get ice cream together?” Shadow asked softly. He purred into Sonic’s ears. It was a reassuring sound. Slowly, Sonic’s anxiety settled.

“Ice cream sounds nice,” Sonic mumbled. He didn’t stop clinging to Shadow though. He didn’t want to let go of him. He didn’t want Shadow to disappear.

“Come on,” Shadow urged, slowly pushing Sonic off of him. “Let’s go.”

They went and got ice cream together from a local shop. Sonic ordered a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of mint. The person behind the counter eyed him as she scooped the two flavors. Shadow ordered chocolate.

That night, they snuggled as close as they possibly could to each other. Shadow didn’t sleep, as usual. He spent the whole night peppering Sonic’s body with little kisses.

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Sonic and Shadow had a long difficult discussion Shadow insisted that Sonic not attend anymore dangerous missions. Sonic, though he wasn’t happy, agreed.

“I know it’s in your nature to do this stuff,” Shadow had said “but we can’t afford to put the baby at risk. Not when it impacts both of you. It’s not just the baby. It’s your life too.”

“I know” Sonic grumbled.

“You can help us plan, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sonic was always a rather impulsive hedgehog. He was not a fan of planning. Especially when there was no news about Eggman. If eggman was doing anything at all, he was being quiet about it. Sonic feared that he was simply waiting, biding his time and building robots, so he could strike when Sonic was heavily pregnant and unable to stop him. It wasn’t a reassuring thought.

Time marched on. One month turned to two. His tummy looked just a little bit round. Not much. But it was more than it was a month ago. Sonic took Another picture and compared between the two. He didn’t look too much different, but the shape *had* changed. It was hard not to obsess over the shape of his body. Some days, while Shadow was at work he would stand in front of the big master bathroom mirror and stare at himself from all possible angles. He’d run his hand up and down his belly, feeling it. It wasn’t big. Still barely noticeable. It won’t be much longer until it is.

How big was the baby, he wondered? Google said it was the size of a blueberry. So tiny. So vulnerable. Sonic grew protective of his midsection. He curled up a lot. On the couch, in bed, anything to keep his tiny baby protected. Shadow complained that Sonic’s quills seemed sharper these days. Shadow would sometimes dare to slip his hand past those sharp quills and rest his hand on Sonic’s little baby bump. Sonic usually let him. Unless his fluctuating hormones told him he needed to be prickly and crabby.

With some coaxing from Amy and Tails, Sonic made himself a new online account that wasn’t anonymous. He did keep the secret account though. He got his old username back and had his account verified for authenticity. He made his first post

Hey all, I’m back online! That hacking thing was a bit much, so I just deleted the whole account. Amazing what you can do with AI these days, huh? Been sick with a nasty flu, so I didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

Sonic felt a little bad about essentially gaslighting his loyal fans, but… The pregnancy rumors died down for a bit. They didn’t disappear, but they simmered. The omega rumors did, too. Sonic lived his life pretty normally for a while.

But then Someone posted a high-res image of Sonic online. It was a full body image, something from back before this whole ordeal ever began. He was standing over a busted robot. Probably a photo shot by a professional journalist. The image was marked up with red text.

PROOF THAT SONIC IS AN OMEGA the post read.

The image had little notes with arrows pointed towards his body. Sonic wasn’t a fan of having his body scrutinized. “Wide childbearing hips,” “too curvy to be a beta,” “layer of fat around the womb to protect babies,” “alluring legs,” and “slender, claimable neck” were among the notes.

This was probably just some horny alpha looking for attention on their post, but it went viral. Half of the comments said this guy was a wackjob. The other half thought he was onto something. So much so, that when Sonic went out to his favorite fast food restaurant, one he was a regular at, he was turned away.

“Sorry. We don’t serve omegas here.” The cashier said.

“What?” Sonic balked. “I’m—I’m a beta. What are you talking about?”

“We can’t serve you. Not with the… the rumors.”

“Dude, come on! Look, I’ll show you my ID.” He pulled his wallet out of his quills and held his ID card up. The ID said beta. “Why are you believing some weird rumor over this! Just give me my lunch.”

“Sorry. Can’t serve you.”

“ I’ve been a regular here for years. Never had a problem before. Can I speak with a manager?”

“I am the manager.”

Sonic went home humiliated, frustrated, and hungry. It ended up online later. ”I JUST WATCHED SONIC GET TURNED AWAY FROM AN OMEGA-FREE RESTAURANT!! 😱”

~~

Sonic went to the doctor again. He was visiting the doctor a lot, but the doctor had told him to follow up once a month. So he went in for his two-month followup. The doctor did an ultrasound.

He slathered cold goo all over Sonic’s stomach. Sonic wished Shadow were here for this appointment. He would have liked to see the baby. But GUN had sent him out on some mission, and he’d been out of town for a couple days.

Sonic watched the screen with great interest as the doctor ran the imaging device over his stomach, looking for the baby.

“What if there is no baby?” Sonic fretted as the doctor searched. It felt like it was taking a while to find. “What if I failed? What if—“

“There,” The doctor said, cutting him off. “See that?”

He pointed at a little spot on the image, which looked a little different from everything else.

“That’s the baby?” Sonic gasped. “It’s… it’s just a lump!”

The doctor chuckled. “Not for long. I’ll see you next month, and we’ll compare.”

Sonic was sent home with a printout of the ultrasound image. He couldn’t wait to show Shadow. He spent the rest of the day staring at it with a giddy grin. This was his baby!

Shadow returned home at the end of the week. He looked tired. Covered in dirt. Sonic whisked him away to the bathroom and the two hedgehogs settled in the tub, taking a bath together. Sonic picked every strand of dirt from Shadow’s sleek black fur.

“I have good news,” Sonic purred, pressing an eager kiss to Shadow’s lips afterwards. He accidentally splashed some bathwater over the edge of the tub.

“…I have bad news,” Shadow replied. Sonic frowned.

“Oh,” Sonic said. “Who… who goes first?”

“Bad news?” Shadow offered, “then the good news can lift our spirits?”

“Sure.”

Shadow wrapped his arms around Sonic and pulled him close. “On my mission, we… got access to one of his computers. We found some files on there. One was a spreadsheet. It had… Sonic, it somehow had info about the pregnancy tests you took. He knows you’re pregnant.”

Sonic’s heart sank. “Oh,” he whispered “oh no.”

“We’ll get through this. We’ll figure it out. GUN knows you’re pregnant, too. I told them a little while ago. It’s confidential, but someday, especially since Eggman knows, GUN will help keep you safe.”

“Okay.”

“Now, the good news?”

Sonic sat up straight. “I went to the doctor a few days ago!”

Shadow smiled. “And?”

“They took an ultrasound. I got to see the baby, Shadow! It’s just a little nugget right now. I have pictures! I’ll show you once we’re dry!”

That was enough incentive to convince the hedgehogs to finish their bath. After they dried off, Sonic led Shadow downstairs and showed him the pics.

Shadow’s smile was so big and so handsome as he stared down at the printouts. Sonic couldn’t help but kiss him. The kiss was hungry and passionate. Sonic leaned into Shadow, his lips slotted against Shadow’s. Shadow gripped him by the waist. For now, their bodies fit perfectly against each other, but it wouldn’t be long before Sonic’s baby bump grew and hindered their touch. Sonic looked forward to it.

Shadow’s hands found Sonic’s ass and squeezed. Sonic moaned against Shadow’s lips. He couldn’t help it.

“Chaos,” Shadow groaned between kisses, “Fuck, I love you.”

“Show me how much you love me,” Sonic challenged with a charming grin. Shadow herded him through the house, and before Sonic knew it, he was pinned on the carpeted floor of the game room. It was still unfurnished. Sonic made a mental note to go furniture shopping.

It wasn’t a very sexy thought, so Sonic stopped thinking about it. Instead, he focused on Shadow’s lips, his wandering hands…

Shadows fingers teased between Sonic's legs. Sonic gasped. He was sensitive, already aroused. He ground his hips against Shadow’s hand and moaned.

“Hmm,” Shadow deliberated, “what should I do to you today?”

He pulled his hand away from Sonic’s crotch and trailed it up Sonic’s body. He rubbed his palm across Sonic’s belly and up towards his chest. Sonic shivered under his touch. He purred as Shadow groped his chest. He arched his back as Shadow raked his hands back down his body, gripping his hips, his claws poking into the soft flesh there.

“Hmmmmmmm. Maybe I should give our baby a sibling.”

“that’s not how it works,” Sonic laughed.

“Oh, but you’re so fertile for me, my precious omega.”

“I literally wasn’t—“

“Shh. Shush. Shut up. You’re pregnant, remember? Can’t get much more fertile than that, darling. Quit arguing while I’m trying to have sex with you.”

Sonic giggles. “Okay, okay.”

“Now, what to do with you…? I’ve worshiped you, I’ve owned you, I’ve recorded you…”

“And no other kinks exist, huh?” Sonic teased. “How ‘bout you tie me up and throttle me?”

“No, no, that wont do.” Shadow said. “Oh, I’ve bred you, of course I’ve bred you… I wish to be gentle with you… I’d hate to disturb the baby.”

Shadow’s wandering hands found Sonic’s belly. He leaned down and pressed kisses to the spot that had rounded out just a touch. Sonic moaned. “Fuuuuck, come on, Shadow,” Sonic whined, “Make up your mind and commit. I’m so horny it aches.”

“Patience, darling.” Shadow purred. “Do you remember me teaching you that, sweetheart?”

“Gguuuuuhhhh.” Sonic groaned. “Yes, alpha.”

“I think, I’m going to take my sweet time with you.” Shadow concluded. “Because I want you to know just how much I love you. I think… I’ll start from the top and work my way down, hm?”

Shadow straddled Sonic, keeping tthe omega pinned beneath him. He leaned over him, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

“I love your quills,” Shadow started, combing his fingers through them. “So blue. So beautiful. It’s a miracle some other alpha didn’t sweep in and steal you sooner. You’re so alluring. Your genes will look so good on our baby.”

He nipped at Sonic’s ear. Then he moved down to Sonic’s face. Pressing kisses just at his brows, then down to his cheeks.

“Your eyes,” Shadow whispered, “are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And oh, your lips, so soft and kissable, like pillowy clouds. Irresistible.”

Shadow kissed Sonic again. He nipped and licked at Sonics lips. Shadow cradled Sonic’s face in his hands, and Sonic wrapped his arms around his alpha, tugging him close. Both hedgehogs moaned into the kiss. Sonic dared to grind his hips upward against Shadow. He groaned as the friction sent pleasure coursing through his system. He was breathless, gasping for air between kisses…

Shadow pulled back, and Sonic whined.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” Shadow purred. He made his way lower. Pressing kisses against Sonic’s neck and shoulders. “Your neck is so irresistible,” Shadow said “It takes everything in my being to not bite you whenever I see you.”

He sank his teeth into Sonic’s neck. Sonic shivered and moaned. He leaned his head back to give Shadow better access. Shadow took advantage of it, diving in, biting and kissing and marking up Sonic’s neck and shoulders.

Then he continued on. He brushed down Sonic’s torso, kissing his way down until he reached Sonic’s stomach. He lingered there, nuzzling against the soft fur of his lower belly.

“And this,” Shadow purred, “THIS is beautiful. Oh, darling, I love your tummy. Our baby’s in here. Nice and cozy in your warm, soft womb. You’ve put on a little bit of weight recently, darling, but I love it.” Shadow gave the small layer of fat around Sonic’s belly a little squeeze. It wasn’t much. Sonic was still thin. But his body had built up just a little bit of extra fat to keep the baby nice and cozy. “I can’t wait to watch our baby grow. I can’t wait to watch YOU grow.”

Shadow pressed a few more kisses to Sonic’s stomach. Then he moved on.

“Your hips,” Shadow continued “Your hips are so alluring. Your narrow waist and your wide, beautiful hips, you’re the perfect hourglass shape. So fucking sexy. And your legs are sooo strong. I can’t get enough of your legs, darling. I love when you hook them around me and force me deeper into you.”

“Put yourself in me, and I’ll do it,” Sonic grumbled.

“Uh-uh. We’re not there yet.”

“You’re teasing me on purpose.”

“I’m adoring you.”

Shadow finally found his place between Sonic’s legs. He gently nudged them open, revealing Sonic’s wet, swollen, aroused folds.

“Now, this,” Shadow said, “This is beautiful. You laying beneath me, legs splayed out, your pussy on full display for me…”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss against Sonic’s pussy. He licked a stripe up his entrance, lapping up the slick that had gathered. He found Sonic’s clit and took it between his lips, and Sonic moaned. He bucked his hips against Shadow’s mouth.

“Fuck me,” Sonic whined. “Please, please fuck meeee.”

Shadow sucked on Sonic’s clit. He gripped Sonic by the hips with one hand and his other hand tucked between his legs. He dipped a finger inside of Sonic. Sonic’s thigh twitched.

“So beautiful,” Shadow murmured against Sonic’s entrance. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He lapped up some more slick then broke away, sitting up straight. He smiled down at Sonic… his face was dripping wet with slick. He lined himself up and pushed his cock inside.

“Come on,” Shadow purred “wrap those pretty legs around me.”

Sonic did so. He hooked his legs around Shadow’s waist, latched together at the ankles. Shadow fucked him sweetly, lavishing Sonic’s body with attention. Sonic moaned and mewled.

Shadow felt so good inside him. The gentle friction was so sweet and arousing. Sonic couldn’t believe it took him this long to have sex with the guy. He’d crushed on Shadow for quite some time, after all—if he’d know Shadow was interested in him, he would’ve pursued him sooner. He’d always assumed Shadow wasn’t interested in romance.

But Sonic was so, so glad he belonged to Shadow now.

Sonic purred as Shadow stroked his fingers through his quills. He kissed him sweetly. Sonic loved the taste of Shadow’s lips. He fell under Shadow’s spell, succumbing to the pleasure Shadow offered to him.

Shadow massaged Sonics clit with one hand as he thrusted himself in and out. Sonic whined and met his hips with each thrust, his body trembling with need.

“So good,” Shadow purred. “So perfect for me. Oh, I love you…”

“Mmmh, Shadow…” sonic moaned back. Shadow nipped at his ears.

Shadow’s body tensed above Sonic, his thrusts growing more errattic, and not long later Shadow came, spilling his thick, creamy cum into him.

Sonic came with a few more rubs at his clit, and the two hedgehogs lay breathless on the floor for about twenty minutes.

~~

A few days later, they disposed of their dirty living room couch and went out to the do-it-yourself furniture store looking for things to furnish their empty home. They strolled through the aisles and tried not to get lost amid the sample rooms.

Sonic picked out a few bookshelves and desks. Shadow found some nice little storage ottomans that could go well in the bedrooms, and plenty of decorations. Sonic wanted to linger in the kids’ room section— they’d need a crib and some childrens’ furniture, but Shadow herded him away. They couldn’t do that shopping publicly, not so soon.

They came home with a big pile of boxes, all furniture that needed to be assembled. On weekdays, while Shadow worked, Sonic dove into the project of building the bookshelves and bedframes and desks. He went room to room, starting with the game room. He cleaned the floor where they’d fucked. He set up a TV on a nice wooden stand, hooked up his game and movie systems. He decorated the game room with colored lights strung along the walls, and a tall floor lamp in the corner.

The following week, he tackled the living room. He went out with Shadow one weekend and bought a new couch, one they promised each other they wouldnt fuck on. They failed on that promise pretty early on, but they did a better job at keeping it clean. While Shadow worked, Sonic decorated. The living room was fitted with a nice rug and some of those storage bins Shadow had bought. Someday, Sonic figured, they’d be full of kids’ toys.

The spare bedrooms remained empty for now. Sonic would decorate sooner to the end of his pregnancy. He set up one twin sized bedframe in one of the rooms, but didn’t set up a bed. He couldn’t do much without knowing the gender of the baby—not that it mattered to him. He went ahead and painted the walls a nice gentle green.

“You’re doing too much work,” Shadow said one day. “I’m impressed, but the baby—“

“Will be fine. I need to do something, Shadow, or I’ll just about go stir crazy. Painting walls and setting up furniture is hardly strenuous enough to strain the baby.”

“Okay, okay.”

Sonic compromised, though, and he and Shadow decorated the master bedroom and the kitchen together.

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As the third month rolled around, Sonic grew antsy. “Guys, I think we should just make the announcement,” he said to his friends, more out of frustration than excitement… “Stay ahead of the curve. Y’know?”

“I’m not so sure.” Knuckles replied.

“There’s nothing to lose anymore other than my already-shredded dignity. Eggman knows. We’re not going to be convincing him otherwise by staying quiet.”

“It’ll impact your life drastically,” Shadow said. “You told me that was why you pretended ti be a beta.”

“My life already is impacted. The rumors are damaging enough. And we can’t run from this forever. I’m gonna start showing soon…”

Sonic looked down at his body. Nearing the end of his first trimester, his baby bump was still small, but it was starting to make itself known. His belly was round and poked out a bit. Nothing a baggy shirt couldn’t hide. A well-fitted shirt, though, was out of the question. He usually wore hoodies in public a lot. That did a good job at hiding it.

“Sonic, It’s your body, so none of us can really stop you” Amy said. “But we all agree that the consequences might be severe.”

“They’ll be severe when I’m further along, too. It won’t change between now and then. At least if I do it now, I’ll have time to adjust before I have to waddle instead of walk.”

“Okay. Sonic, we all support you. And if you ever need anything from us, don’t hesitate to ask, yeah? Even if it’s something as silly as a chili dog from that place that doesn’t sell to you anymore.” Amy said.

“Thanks.”

Later, back home, Sonic sat at the kitchen table on Shadow’s lap. Shadow’s cock was nestled inside him. They weren’t fucking, Sonic’s womb just kept Shadows member cozy and warm. It felt nice. Shadow’s hands were both on Sonic’s small baby bump. Sonic had his phone out and was trying to type out a post.

“It probably doesn’t have to be all that complicated, right?” Sonic asked as Shadow rubbed Sonic’s tummy. Shadow rested his head on Sonic’s shoulder and peered at the flashing cursor on Sonic’s screen. Sonic had written a few things but then deleted them, so the post was empty.

“Probably not,” Shadow said. “Just say you’re pregnant. You don’t need to go into the omega shit. That’s basically implied.”

Sonic typed out: Hey guys, big news. I’m pregnant!

“Like this?” Sonic asked. Shadow nipped at his neck.

“I think that’s fine.”

“It feels too… bare.” Sonic mumbled. His inner walls twitched around Shadow’s cock. “Should I post a picture? Or like, maybe some other detail? Like maybe I should say I’m 3 months in…”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Okay.”

Sonic’s thumb hovered over the “post” button. He took a breath, then posted it. He squeezed his eyes shut as if something horrible would happen immediately.

Shadow rubbed Sonic’s belly and kissed his neck. Slowly, Sonic relaxed… The anxiety didnt fully go away, but it settled a bit under Shadow’s touch. He let his alpha dote on him. He liked when his alpha doted on him. Shadow plucked out dirt from his quills with tender care. He licked his fur to clean it, like a cat. Sonic purred. Shadow’s touch plus his cock buried inside him helped him relax.

Sonic knew it was a bad idea, but he opened his phone again and looked at the notifications that came rolling in. There were a lot of people who said “OMG, I totally called it.” There were others who said “wait, for real?” And there were thousands upon thousands of others who simply liked and shared his post.

“Quit worrying,” Shadow murmured into Sonics ear. “You’re the one who wanted to do this, remember? Just let it happen.”

“I knooow.” Sonic groaned “but I can’t help but worry anyways. The press is gonna swamp me.” A few private message notifications popped up. “They already are.”

“Ignore them.”

Sonic opened one of the messages anyways. It was from a popular news outlet. The message read: “How do you plan to handle Eggman while pregnant?”

Shadow snatched Sonics phone from his hands and set it aside. Sonic stopped peeking after that. He turned his full attention to his mate, rocking his hips against him. The motion felt nice. Shadows cock, once stagnant inside him, brushed and shifted against Sonic’s inner walls. Shadow rubbed his baby bump. He moaned.

“Such a good omega,” Shadow praised. “This is what you should focus on. Your alpha’s cock.”

“Fine by me,” Sonic mumbled. He pulled himself off of Shadow and turned around so he could face his mate, then settled back down on him. He gave Shadow a dopey smile then leaned in, pressing his body against Shadow’s. He nipped at Shadow’s neck. It wasn’t anything similar to an alphas bite but Shadow loved when Sonic nipped him. An omega couldn’t claim, but the sentiment was there.

“Tell me what you like about my cock, sweetheart,” Shadow purred as Sonic rutted against him.

“It fits so perfect inside me,” Sonic purred. “No toy can ever compare to you.”

Shadow purred. His hands found Sonic’s hips and he dug his claws in to the soft, supple flesh. He moaned as Sonic’s cunt squeezed his cock.

“What else?”

“I love how full you make me feel. So warm. I feel complete when you’re in me.” Sonic purred. He bit down and worked at a spot on Shadow’s neck. His dull omega teeth would never pierce his flesh, and even if it did, the mark wouldn't show through his sleek black fur. That didn’t deter Sonic today. Sonic wanted to let his alpha know how much he adored him.

“Good.”

“And your cum is so warm. Mmmmhhh.” Sonic moaned. He picked up his pace, bouncing on Shadow’s cock instead of just rutting against him. “I love how your cum feels inside me… like a personal heater for my womb.”

“That’s where my cum belongs, isn’t it? In your perfect little womb?”

“Ahh, Shadow,” Sonic moaned as he fucked himself on Shadow’s cock. “Yeah, yeah !”

Sonic braced one hand on his stomach as he rode Shadow. He threw his head back and whined. Shadow moved one hand from Sonic’s hip to his tiny, underdeveloped baby bump, pressing atop Sonic’s hand that was already there.

“So perfect,” Shadow purred. He groaned as Sonics pussy enveloped his cock, over and over again. “Look at you. Pregnant and begging for more.”

“I can’t help it,” Sonic moaned, “You’re too addicting.”

Shadow smirked. “Stop.”

Sonic froze, a little startled by Shadows sudden command.

“ I have plans for you.” Shadow purred “I don’t want you nor I to cum just yet. Pull yourself off of me.”

Sonic did as he was told, pulling off Shadow’s dick with a wet pop. Shadow stood and gripped Sonic by the wrist, pulling him out of the kitchen and upstairs to the master bathroom. He stood beside Sonic in front of the big floor length mirror.

“On your hands and knees,” shadow commanded “on the floor.”

Sonic’s face felt hot and red as he complied with his alpha’s order. He knelt on the cool tile, hands and knees, presenting his needy pussy in the air for him. He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror, he was disheveled, and humiliatingly eager for a good fuck. He could see his pussy drip long, thick beads. It wasn’t nearly as much slick as when he was in heat, but it wasn’t nothing.

From this position, though, Sonic could really see the little curve in his belly. He traced its shape with his hand. It was very difficult not to pay attention to the recent changes in his body. His softer chest, his baby bump, his wider hips.

Sonic frowned. He sat up, no longer on all fours.

“Sonic?” Shadow asked. He sounded concerned, any sign of his previous domineering attitude gone. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Sonic turned to fully face the mirror. He was still on his knees on the floor, but he could see his body all too well. This was supposed to be sexy. It was sexy. Sonic *wanted* to watch Shadow fuck him senseless. But…

“My body is so different already,” Sonic whispered. Shadow knelt beside him. He didn’t touch him. Sonic appreciated that. “My hips are wider and my chest is… I… I spent thousands of rings on surgery to flatten it. What if it grows back? Can it grow back? I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” Shadow said “Your body’s going to keep changing, and I know you can’t help but worry about what that means. But… if it’s any consolation, I will always think you’re handsome.”

“Thank you.”

“Does the baby bump bother you? I can stop touching your stomach so much if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, you can. The baby doesn’t bother me. It’s just… everything else. I like it when you touch me.” To prove his point Sonic took Shadow’s hand and pressed it to his belly. “Sorry. I killed the mood.”

“It’s okay, darling. I always want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

“We can still fuck. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, handsome,” Shadow purred, taking on his dominant role again, “on your hands and knees.”

Sonic complied. He fell back into his previous position with a purr. Shadow lined himself up behind Sonic, and slowly he pushed his cock back inside him. Sonic moaned. His muscles twitched and squeezed around Shadows member. Shadow’s hand was still pressed firm against Sonic’s stomach. Sonic watched in the mirror as Shadow pressed himself inside. His long member slowly disappeared, and for every inch of visibility lost, Sonic gained an inch in his womb.

“Oh,” Sonic gasped when Shadow bottomed out. His eyes were glued to the mirror. His insides throbbed with need.

This is how im meant to be, his inner omega supplied. pregnant and underneath alpha’s cock.

He watched Shadow slowly pull out and push back inside again. Sonic groaned and pawed at the tile floor. His insides felt like they were melting. So hot and drippy and aroused.

“Alpha,” Sonic whined. His insides throbbed with need. Shadow pushed inside him again, and sonic keened. Shadow filled him with his perfect cock, and Sonic’s arms gave out. Unable to support himself on all fours, he pressed his cheek against the cold tile. The new angle allowed Shadow to dive in deeper.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror. His body, covered in sweat. His belly, rounded from the baby that grew inside of him. His womb, filled with Shadow, who thrusted in and out with increasing vigor. Sonic caught glimpses of Shadow’s cock every time he pulled out. Not enough to see the head, which was probably smearing precum all over Sonic’s insides. Shadow’s cock was long and thick and had those delicious ridges that rubbed against him in all the best ways. It was drenched in Sonic’s slick. Sonic could see a hint of his knot forming towards the base, just a slight swell…

He wanted thst knot in him so bad. He needed it. He needed it to swell and lock itself in his needy pussy. He needed Shadow’s cum to stay plugged in his body. His pregnant, fertile body.

“Breed me,” Sonic moaned. His words were slurred, drunk on the pleasure. Drunk on shadows cock. “Shadow, alpha, please!”

Shadow rubbed his belly at that, a reminder that he’d already *been* bred. Sonic moaned. He couldn’t believe being pregnant made him this horny.

What a whore he was. A pregnant cum dumpster. A rightful omega.

Sonic watched as Shadow’s knot swelled further with each thrust. He was mesmerized by it. He watched as Shadow pushed it inside of him. It strained against the lips of his pussy before pushing in. And when Shadow pulled back out, he struggled to pop it out.

Then, Shadow pushed it inside him, and that delicious knot did not come back out. It caught itself inside Sonic, too big and swollen now to even dream of coming out. Sonic and Shadow were locked together, as they should be. Sonic wanted to be caught on Shsdow’s not until the end of time…

Shadow’s thrusts became shallow and quick. Sonic could do nothing to contain his shameless moans. It felt so good. So good, in fact, that Sonic’s orgasm surprised him. It came suddenly and loudly. His body tensed and he cried out, a thick amount of slick dribbling from his pussy.

“Please,” Sonic begged. “Aaah, cum in me, please!”

And Shadow did. He released his seed deep into Sonic’s body, and Sonic felt himself go limp. He stared at himself in the mirror, dazed and well fucked and pregnant.

“Good boy,” Shadow praised. “You take my cum so well.”

“G’boy,” Sonic slurred back. “Im’a good boy.”

“You are.” Shadow purred. Gently he helped him sit up, shifting so sonic sat on Shadow’s lap on the bathroom floor. Sonic nuzzled against his mate. He was happy. Happy to have such a good alpha to take care of him.

~~~

Time marched on. Three months bled into four. Shadow worked during the week. Sonic stayed home. It was boring and lonely most days, but at least he had his baby to keep him company. He talked to his belly a lot. His belly had grown some more, a bit bigger and rounder.

The doctor did another ultrasound. Sonic forced Shadow to take off work that day so he could see the baby. Today, the doctor spent a good long time peering at the baby in Sonic’s belly.

“It’s going to be a girl,” the doctor said. Sonic and Shadow grinned at each other. A girl! They were going to have a girl!

Sonic occupied his free time at home thinking about names for his little girl. He scoured baby name websites. Shadow stole a notebook from his office so Sonic could write down his ideas. Shadow wrote ideas in the book, too. Hundreds and hundreds of names. For one baby! Why was this so hard!

“We don’t have to rush it,” Shadow purred as he flipped through the journal. “Let’s just cross out a few names a day, and eventually we’ll find the perfect one.”

So sonic did just that. Every day he and Shadow crossed out a name he didn’t want. It would be a while before they found the perfect one.

Sonics next public appearance made it onto social media, as to be expected. Sonic went to the grocery store wearing a dark green hoodie, whose fabric did nothing to hide the shape of his belly. His baby bump wasn’t big enough to strain the fabric, but gone were the days of a hoodie hide the shape. His belly pressed the fabric outward. He didn’t really need to hide it anymore, since the public knew.
So he walked down the aisles with one hand on his belly. A few of the store workers balked at the idea of selling to a pregnant omega (let your alpha do the shopping for you, they insisted, omegas aren’t fit to make decisions like that.) but they let him buy the two items he’d come for. Maybe only because he’d save the world many times.

The photos that made it to the internet were pictures of Sonic walking out of the store, hand on his belly, holding a pint of ice cream and a jar of pickles.

Even Sonic the Hedgehog isn’t immune to pregnancy cravings! the original post said. That picture was shared widely. Another post said Will Sonic ever show off his baby bump instead of covering it?

really, he would have maybe felt more inclined to show himself off if it werent for his chest. He was proud of his baby. But his chest grew squishier every day, losing its flatness and forming small hints of breasts. He knew he needed that, to feed his baby, but he still hated them. They probably wouldn’t grow too big, thanks to most of his breast tissue having been removed before, but he couldn’t help but be self conscious… so he wore his hoodie. Even at home. Either that or a nice, loose sweater.

Sonic scrolled through the posts as he sat at the kitchen table with the ice cream, using the pickles as a spoon to scoop the ice cream. He ate the whole pint and the whole jar of pickles in one sitting. When Shadow came home and saw Sonic eating the last bites of pickles and ice cream, he laughed.

Sonic, slumped in his seat, glared at him.

“You try having a baby,” Sonic grumbled at his alpha, who immediately set to work cooking dinner. “It’s not easy.”

“I know, darling.” Shadow said “I just think you’re so adorable.”

Sonic blushed.

After dinner, they sat on the couch and went through names together. Shadow rubbed Sonic’s belly. Sonic eventually decided to put the notebook away and kissed Shadow with eager passion. Like he always did, he pressed his body against Shadow, but his baby bump was starting to get in the way. They didn’t fit so perfect against each other anymore.

That only served to turn Sonic on.

“We can’t get the new couch dirty,” Shadow reminded him between kisses. Sonic hardly cared as he ground himself against Shadow. He could feel the lump in Shadow’s pouch, his cock already eager to spring free.

“Whatever,” Sonic mumbled. “We’ll clean it after. Like we usually do.”

That was convincing enough for Shadow. Shadow pinned Sonic down and they had rough, enthusiastic sex.

They kept a spray bottle and a roll of towels on the floor beside the couch now, so the following day while Shadow was at work, Sonic scrubbed it clean. As he worked to clean the couch, the baby kicked him.

Sonic gasped and immediately stopped what he was doing, his hand flying to his belly. The baby had moved! She had pressed her tiny paw against the confines of Sonic’s womb.

“Hi, little one,” Sonic said to his baby, rubbing his belly. “I feel ya in there. I can’t wait to meet you.”

The baby wriggled and stretched for a bit longer before she finally found a comfortable position and went still again, and Sonic felt giddy.

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Eggman started getting to work at the end of the fourth month of Sonic’s pregnancy. Sonic tried to help his friends figure out the man’s plans, but unable to run nearly as fast as he used to, he quickly found himself useless. He wasn’t a planner, he was a doer, and he couldn’t do anything. Eggman was a genius for leveraging that.

He had a lot of pent up nervous energy. While Shadow and Amy, Tails, Knuckles, and Rouge took care of the action, Sonic had to let out his nerves in whatever way he could. This resulted in him diving headfirst into decorating his daughter’s bedroom.

The first problem was picking which room would be the perfect one for her. The farthest room was small and cozy, but it was far from the master bedroom. What if she was crying or there was an emergency? That’d just be more seconds needed to cross the hall. The closest room, though, was big and a bit unwieldy — best as a guest room or a teenager’s room.

Sonic picked the room in the middle. It was large, but not as big as the guest room, and it wasn’t too far from Sonic’s bedroom. Perfect.

Sonic tried not to think about Eggman as, at the beginning of month 5, he made a trip to the infant supply store. He could wait on a lot of the supplies sold here, but he was on a mission to build the perfect bedroom for his baby. He fit right in with the rest of the customers in the store… his round pregnant belly was too prominent to hide. still, people stared.

He picked out a nice crib. He bought lots of fluffy blankets and cute stuffed animals. He brought those home, assembled the crib. Now, he needed something to hold all these stuffed animals and toys, so he turned around and went to the furniture store to buy a shelf.

He found a small shelf. Hauled it home. He painted it a gentle yellow. When Shadow came home from work that day, he helped carry the shelf upstairs.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” Shadow reminded Sonic, giving his swollen belly a rub. Sonic rolled his eyes.

“I’m not.”

“We just moved furniture up a flight of stairs. Do you need to sit down? Need a glass of water?”

“I could have done it myself,” Sonic argued, “but I waited for you. That sound’s like not overworking to me. The baby will be fine.”

Shadow sighed. “I know,” he said. “I just… I can’t bear the thought of losing either of you.”

Sonic hugged Shadow and pressed kisses against his collar bone. “Neither me or our daughter are going anywhere.”

~~

Shadow had left for some travel mission. He told Sonic he’d be back in a few days, maybe as long as a week. Sonic felt lonely during that time. He spent a lot of his free time with Tails, watching movies and playing video games with his brother. His daughter’s uncle.

But…he was still lonely during the nights he spent alone in his big house. Alone in the big bed. And his hormones, wacky as they were since the pregnancy, wouldn’t give him peace. He cried some nights over the absence of his alpha. Other nights, he was unbearably horny.

Tonight, he laid on his bed, his quills splayed and legs spread wide. One hand rest on his stomach, and the other hand rolled his clit between his fingers. His insides throbbed with need. Slick bubbled out onto the sheets, which he’d have to wash for the third time this week. He moaned, loud and shameless.

In his head he imagined Shadow. His beautiful, muscular form. His handsome smile. His thick, long cock, pressing between his inner folds.

Sonic gasped, he needed something inside him. He hopped up from the bed and frantically searched the closet until he found where Shadow stored that green dildo he’d boght during Sonic’s heat. Sonic popped some batteries in it and hurried back to the bed.

Back to his previous position, on his back, one hand on his belly, legs spread nice and wide, he pushed the tip of the dildo inside his pussy and groaned. It was dry. Sonic didn’t have the patience to prep it, but his slick would lubricate it soon enough. He closed his eyes and slowly began pushing the dildo into himself, gasping as he seated it almost to its artificial knot. He didn’t want to push the knot in himself just yet, because then he wouldn’t be able to masturbate properly.

He imagined Shadow above him, caressing his body. Sonic’s left hand wandered, tracing a path maybe Shadow would take. From his cheek, down his neck, his soft, sensitive chest. Sonic cupped one of his small breasts in his hand and thumbed over his nipple. He gasped as he felt something wet on his thumb, and, curious, he peeked down to find a little dribble of milk dripping from his teat. Pleasure shot down his spine. He wiped the milk up with his thumb and put it into his mouth. It tasted sweet. He imagined shadow lapping the milk from his tits, and his whole body shuddered at the thought.

He flipped on the vibration to the lowest setting and moaned like a shameless whore. His insides clenched around the toy, and Sonic pushed it in and out at a steady pace.

“Aaah, Shadow,” Sonic moaned, arching his back. “Shadow, fuck—!”

And then another pair of hands touched his body, and Sonic snapped his eyes wide open in shock. He was half ready to defend himself from whatever intruder was attempting to assault him. But it was Shadow’s familiar face hovering over him. The bed sunk around Sonic as he climbed up and straddled him.

“Look at you,” Shadow purred, pressing kisses to Sonics chest, dangerously close to the small lumps of Sonic’s breasts. “What a sight.”

“Shadow,” Sonic gasped, “When did you—“

“Shhh, darling,” Shadow purred “I’ll tell you later. Looks like someone needs some attention, hmm?”

Shadow nudged Sonic’s hand away from the dildo and took control of it. He kept up Sonic’s previous pace, and Sonic let himself go limp under the pleasure.

Shadows hand wandered. It started by cupping Shadow’s cheek, brushing affectionately through Sonic’s peach muzzle fur with a thumb. Then, it traveled down Sonic’s neck. His chest. He followed the exact same path Sonic had taken. Either it was a coincidence, or Shadow had already been here, watching. Sonic wasn’t sure which was hotter.

Shadow’s hand cupped around Sonic’s chest. “This okay?” Shadow asked, aware of Sonics self-consciousness. Sonic nodded. Shadow gave his sensitive little tit a gentle squeeze. Sonic moaned.

Shadow leaned down and took Sonic’s nipple into his mouth, and Sonic squeaked as Shadow lapped his tongue around the sensitive nub. Sonic’s breath stuttered and he gripped the bedsheets beneath him. Milk dribbled from Sonic’s nipple and Shadow lapped it up.

Shadow worshipped Sonic’s chest as he fucked Sonic with the dildo, in and out at a steady pace. Shadow, these days, rarely fucked him roughly, too worried about disturbing the baby. This was just about as hard and fast as Shadow was willing to go. Sonic wished Shadow would go faster, harder. He missed having rough sex.

But right now Sonic was just glad his mate had returned. He missed Shadow’s attention. His heart soared as Shadow mouthed at the base of Sonic’s tit, nipping with his sharp alpha fangs. Sonic loved Shadows teeth on his body. He moaned as Shadow bit him, his chest heaving against his mate’s mouth with each breath. Shadow’s free hand fell upon Sonic’s baby bump.

“I missed you so much, darling,” Shadow whispered. “My precious omega.”

“Mmmm,” Sonic moaned. “I missed you too.”

“Obviously,” Shadow teased. “Look how excited you are. So wet. So eager. Our baby’s happy, too… i feel her wiggling under my hand.”

Shadow thrusted the dildo a little harder, a little faster, into Sonic. Sonic was surprised, Shadow usually didn’t dare, but Shadow could tell Sonic needed the extra attention between his legs today.

Tension bubbled up in Sonic’s stomach. The baby wriggled inside him, pressing her paws against his insides, perhaps agitated by the intrusion of the dildo.

Sonic climaxed with a shout. He panted as Shadow rode him through it, thrusting that dildo into him, rubbing it against the most sensitive spots inside his pussy. And, when Sonic settled, Shadow pulled the dildo out and set it aside.

“Such a good boy,” Shadow whispered.

“How long have you been home?” Sonic asked breathlessly. He cuddled up to Shadow when his mate laid down beside him.

“Long enough to get a good show,” Shadow purred.

“I’m glad you’re home. I was going insane without you.” Sonic said. “I’ve never had trouble being alone before, but now that we’re mated, it’s painful to be away from you.”

Shadow rolled Sonic onto his side and massaged his shoulders. Sonic relaxed into the touch.

“That goes both ways. Every day I yearned for you, my sweet omega.”

“How did your mission go?”

“It went well. Rouge and I were sent to scope out somewhere Eggman had been active. We found a huge batallion of robots.”

“Oh no.”

“We destroyed every last one.”

“Good.”

“We’re going to keep you safe. I promise.”

Sonic purred as Shadow’s arms snaked around Sonic’s middle and pulled him close. Sonic let his eyes drift closed… washing the sheets could be a chore for tomorrow.

~~~

Sonic’s belly continued to grow every week. As the sixth month rolled around, Sonic felt heavy and his back and ankles were sore most days. It helped to brace his hands around the underside of his belly. His daughter was growing bigger and stronger every day.

They still hadn’t picked a name for her.

“What if we named her Maria?” Sonic asked one day. “To honor… you know.”

“No,” Shadow said, crossing that name off their list. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think that would hurt too much.”

“How about Berry?” Sonic asked with a giggle. “The name would have a story behind it.”

“A very inappropriate story.”

“Okay, okay.” Sonic crossed that name out, too.

Days went by like this. Shadow worked and went on lots of missions, more now that Eggman was starting to grow active. He went on long travel missions a lot, taking down big stores of robots and supplies. Sonic wished he could come along. He could barely find the energy to get off the couch most days. His baby, though, was plenty wiggly and energetic.

‘She’ll be a lot of work once she’s born,’ he thought one afternoon as he massaged his belly. She pressed a paw against him hard enough to form a little lump in his tummy. It sort of hurt.

“Settle down, sweetheart,” Sonic murmured. “Papa will be home from work soon, okay? He said he’ll be home in thirty minutes.”

Minutes later, the front door was torn off its hinges and robots stormed inside the house. Sonic hopped to his feet. He was being attacked! Shadow said he was going into an end-of-day meeting during their latest phone call. He was uncontactable. His other friends wouldn’t arrive in time. Which meant Sonic was responsible for protecting himself, his baby, his home.

Sonic took a fighting stance. He may be pregnant, he may be an omega, but he was still a formidible fighter.

He jumped into action. He couldn’t spindash as well as he usually could, but that didn’t stop him from slicing through a robot with his sharp quills, they were sharper now that he had his baby. An evolutionary defense. And Sonic was going to defend himself.

As he smashed through robots, he found himself fighting like that one time he was a werehog. Slower but stronger. He didn’t like this style of fighting, it brought back bad memories of having a body he was insecure in, but he persevered.

A robot managed to grab him and restrain him. Sonic wondered what its orders were. Kill him? Take him back to Eggman? Sonic wasnt eager to find out… so he ripped one of the robot’s arms off and threw it across the room.

His daughter squirmed, unhappy. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” he whispered to his child as he dodged another clawed metallic arm. He gave his belly a soothing rub. “It’ll be over soon.”

When the fight was over, Sonic was standing in the middle of the room, hands braced on his knees and surrounded by robot scrap. Shadow ran into the house through the broken door, frantic.

“Sonic!” Shadow shouted. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Sonic wheezed. “Just tired.”

“You should have called me.”

“There was no time. It’s okay, Shads, really. I’m fine…” he sank to his knees. “Just need to rest.”

“No. No resting. I’m taking you straight to the doctor. I’ll call your friends and tell them to come clean up. “

Sonic nodded. Shadow grabbed Sonic and teleported him to the doctor’s office. While they waited in the waiting room, Shadow called Tails and told him what happened. Sonic slumped against Shadow, exhausted. He just wanted to sleep… but Shadow kept nudging him awake. How frustrating!

The doctor called them back and Shadow helped Sonic to his feet. He trudged down the hall to the exam room.

“Robots attacked him,” Shadow explained. “I just want to make sure the baby is okay.”

The doctor got to work. He poked and prodded at Sonic’s belly, pressing against sore, tender spots that made Sonic wince.

“Just bruises,” the doctor reported. He slathered ultrasound jelly on Sonic and took a look at the baby. He spent a long time examining every angle. “Baby looks healthy.”

Shadow’s posture visibly relaxed.

“I’d recommend not getting into fights in the future, especially getting into the later months.”

“I couldn’t help it!” Sonic argued “they ambushed me!”

“Thus, I think it would be wise to have a friend at Sonic’s side at all times, in case Eggman decides to try again.”

Sonic groaned at that. He just lost all his privacy. Now, there would always be someone doting on him. He could take care of himself just fine! He slowly sat up after the doctor wiped the ultrasound goo off of him.

“I’ll make sure he stays safe,” Shadow said.

“As for now, get lots of rest, Sonic. Your body is overtaxed and tired. I know you don’t like feeling dependent on people, but let your mate take care of you for the next couple of days, okay? Stay off your feet, get lots of sleep.”

Sonic nodded. Shadow thanked the doctor and took Sonic home.

“I’m going to take the rest of the week off from work,” Shadow announced as he settled Sonic down on the couch and swaddled him in blankets. “Are you comfortable? Do you want anything? Tea? Water?”

“Tea would be nice,” sonic mumbled. Shadow hurried into the kitchen.

Sonic leaned his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. His baby was still, and it almost made him nervous thanks to how wiggly she’d been before. What if she was hurt? What if the doctor hadn’t noticed something?

Sonic pressed his hands against his tummy. When he felt her shift a little, Sonic’s anxiety settled.

Shadow returned with the mug of tea. Sonic fished a hand out from under the pile of blankets so he could take it. It was warm and sweet. Soothing. As sonic drank the tea, Shadow sat down beside him and rubbed his baby bump. He leaned down and pressed his cheek against Sonic’s belly.

“Hi, little one,” Shadow muttered. Sonic couldn’t help but purr. “You’re safe. Your dad did such a good job protecting you, didn’t he?”

The baby stretched her arms or perhaps her legs. They pressed against Sonic’s womb, against Shadow’s cheek. Both hedgehogs chuckled.

Shadow sat upright. “I want you to stay downstairs,” Shadow said. “Is the couch comfortable enough for you? I don’t want you going up and down stairs right now. I can move the couch closer to the bathroom, so you don’t have to walk so far, or I could go buy an inflatable mattress—“

“Shadow,” Sonic giggled… “I’m okay. Really. The couch is fine. You don’t have to move it or buy a air mattress.”

“…Okay.”

“Can you help me lay down?” Sonic asked, hoping to soothe Shadow’s fretting a bit. “I think I’d like to sleep.”

“Yes, darling,” Shadow said. He took the tea mug from Sonic and helped Sonic lay down, and was very tender about wrapping the blankets around him. He set the tea mug on the side table and Sonic closed his eyes.

Chapter Text

Following the robot attack, Sonic was exhausted. As per Shadow’s orders, he spent his days and nights lounging on the sofa. He rarely moved unless he had to use the bathroom, which was far more often than Sonic would prefer. The doctor said the frequent need to use the restroom was normal during pregnancy. Each time he needed to pee, he had to heave his tired body off the couch and wobble across the room. Suddenly, sonic was wishing he’d agreed to let Shadow move the couch. He was too stubborn to go back on it now, though.

He wanted to become one with the cushions, he decided, because his back hurt and his feet hurt and his knees, too. His whole body felt gooey like jello and heavy like lead. At least he had his mate to take care of him.

Until one afternoon he didn’t.

“I have an important virtual meeting for GUN,” Shadow explained. “I’ll be in the house, but I won’t be able to be at your side. Okay?”

Sonic growled. “Don’t leave me.”

Shadow chuckled and planted a kiss against Sonics forehead. “It’ll just be an hour.” Shadow paused, then pressed a hand to Sonic’s forehead. “You’re a little warm,” he mumbled.

Sonic was not happy about Shadow leaving him for a meeting. He was supposed to be taking time off from work right now! But he let him go, curling up on the couch and hoping his baby wouldn’t make him need to pee or eat again.

His baby…

He hadn’t felt her wriggle around inside him for quite some time. Not since the robot fight. It worried him a little. To ease the worry, he focused on the sound of Shadow’s voice in the other room as he entered the call and greeted his coworkers.

That’s when his stomach started to ache.

“…spotted Eggman mobilizing his troops out west…” Sonic tried to focus on the distant conversation and not on the budding pain in his stomach. He took a deep breath. He was ok. The doctor said he was ok and the baby wasn’t hurt. This was probably just a normal ache, just like how his back and his feet hurt.

“I confirmed those reports during my most recent mission,” Shadow said, “I destroyed his factories, but I got some data about his plans. He’s going to storm the city in a month…”

Breathe, sonic. Breathe. No need to panic. He rubbed his stomach gently. His head ached and his baby hasn't moved in days and okay, he was panicking.

“Shadow?” Sonic dared to call for his mate. Shadow did not come. So he raised his voice. “SHADOW!!”

“…Sorry, excuse me for a second, I need to step away…” Shadow’s distant voice floated into Sonic’s ears. Moments later, Shadow was at his side. “What’s wrong, darling? I can’t be away from my meeting for long—“

“My stomach hurts,” Sonic whined. He clutched his belly at the site of the pain. “My stomach hurts and the baby hasn’t moved in days and —and — what if she’s dying? What if I killed her?”

“Take a breath.” Shadow said. He laid his hand on Sonics forehead again. “Warmer, now. I think you have a fever.”

Sonic whimpered.

“Okay. I’ll take you to the doctor.” Shadow said. “Can you wait just one more minute?”

Sonic nodded. Shadow ran back into the other room. “Gotta go,” sonic heard him say. “Family emergency.”

Then, he was back. He scooped Sonic up into his arms and teleported back to the doctor’s office. They had no appointment scheduled, so the clerk at the desk had to frantically schedule him. Sonic was taken back by a nurse. Shadow carried him the whole way and laid him down on the exam table.

“What seems to be the problem?” The nurse asked. “Looks like your records say you’re 6 months pregnant.”

“My stomach hurts,” Sonic groaned.

“He’s feverish,” Shadow added.

“Let’s give you a look. Where does it hurt?”

Sonic pointed to a spot on his lower belly.

“It’s localized there?” The nurse asked. Sonic nodded. “It could be your appendix, or it could be an issue with the womb. Either could be dangerous.”

Sonic didn’t like that. He watched as the nurse gathered her equipment and got to work. She scanned Sonic’s belly. She poked and pressed with her fingers.

“Well, the good news,” the nurse said, “is I don’t believe you’re showing any signs of appendicitis.”

She slathered some ultrasound gel on Sonic’s belly. He’d done ultrasounds many times before but he was never prepared for the cold. With his fevered body, he shuddered heavily at the cold, earning a sympathetic look from the nurse.

The nurse studied him for a good, long time. She put on a pair of reading glasses to see the images better. She deliberated over them, and the longer she did, the more nervous Sonic got.

“Is my baby okay?” Sonic squeaked.

“Your baby looks healthy,” the nurse said. “Strong heartbeat.”

Sonic sighed in relief.

“It appears, though, that the lining of your uterus has separated a touch, and that’s the source of your pain. Look here.” She pointed to her screen, and Sonic and Shadow peered at the image. There was a small dark spot, a gap between the placenta and the uterus wall. Sonic gasped.

“Unfortunately, there’s not much that can be done for something like this. It’s small, which is good. We’ll keep monitoring you for a few weeks to make sure the condition does not progress. Worst case scenario, we would have to deliver the baby early, but I don’t believe it will come to that.”

“Early delivery?” Sonic repeated. “But she’s still months out from being healthy enough for that!”

“Like I said, that’s for extreme cases. The separation is small—come back in twice a week for the next couple weeks for evaluation. And please, Mr. Sonic, do not strain yourself.”

Sonic nodded. His doctor stepped into the room, and the nurse relayed the information to him. The doctor looked over the images and agreed with the nurse’s judgment.

Sonic and Shadow made four consecutive appointments at the front desk, then went home. Shadow took him upstairs and put him in bed.

“You’ll be more comfortable here,” Shadow said.

“I’m worried,” Sonic said. “What if—“

“Shhhh,” Shadow hushed him gently. “It’ll be okay. Just get lots of rest. I… I’m going to speak with my superiors about long-term leave. I… I don’t want to leave you alone again. You’re so vulnerable right now, if… if you got attacked again, or if you had another complication and I wasn’t around…”

“Lay with me,” Sonic whispered. Shadow laid down beside Sonic and wrapped his arms around him. Tenderly rubbing his swollen belly. He nipped at Sonic’s neck. Under his alpha’s touch, his pain settled. He purred.

Over time, Sonic’s pain faded and the fever went down. The followup appointments showed no progression of the tearing, so his doctor deemed him safe to resume his daily life. He permitted light exercise, but nothing too strenuous.

Sonic was glad to be back on his aching feet. Shadow successfully put in for time off his job, for the rest of Sonic’s pregnancy and a few months afterwards. To encourage Sonic to do some of the light exercise the doctor recommended, they did yoga together.

Of course, between Sonic and Shadow, it could be more classified as “competitive yoga.”

“I can hold this pose longer than you,” Sonic jeered at his rival-turned-mate with a grin.

“Tch. With the size of that belly? You’d be lucky if you lasted a fraction.”

Yoga was supposed to be a calming thing, but for Sonic, it helped bring back the normalcy of his life before. The teasing and the sparring and races. He couldn’t spar, he couldn’t race, but he COULD be better than Shadow at yoga.

A thirty minute yoga workout turned into forty five. Forty five minutes turned into an hour. It was so easy to lose track of time with Shadow. Eventually, though, Sonic found himself panting for breath, his legs trembling as he tried to hold his tree pose. He had to give up, opting to sit down on the floor. He cradled his belly and let himself rest.

“You okay?” Shadow asked.

“Yeah, just tired.” Sonic said, frustrated. “I miss being able to run! Now I can barely stand on one leg for longer than thirty seconds!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s natural.”

“I feel so pathetic and weak! I can’t even defend myself against robots anymore!! That was like, my whole thing!”

“You’re pregnant. Your ability is going to be less than typical. You’re basically carrying a bowling ball around at all times. Carrying a baby is a strain. Just take it easy, okay?”

“Mmkay.”

Sonic stared up at him from his spot on the floor. Shadow still held his tree pose, with perfect balance. Sonic took the opportunity to admire his body. His dense muscles, his narrow hips, his tight, round ass…

“You’re so hot,” Sonic mumbled.

He was suddenly feeling horny again. It was amazing, in pregnancy, how quickly his emotions can shift. One minute he’s frustrated beyond belief, the next minute he’s horny beyond belief. He could hardly keep tabs on his emotions.

Shadow looked at him with mild amusement. “Am I?”

“You have no idea.” Sonic said. He traced the shape of Shadow’s quills with his eyes, always so perfectly styled. “It’s like you were sculpted by the gods.”

Shadow smirked. That smirk, sly and amused, shot a pang of need straight between Sonic’s legs. Only then did he drop his tree pose and kneel in front of Sonic. He planted his hands on the floor on either side of Sonic’s lap..

“You’re rather attractive yourself,” Shadow purred.

Sonic’s face felt hot. He pushed forward, planting his hands on Shadow’s shoulders, pushing him down until he lay on his back. Sonic straddled him. He leaned down and kissed Shadow, pawing at his chest as he took Shadow’s lips upon his own.

Warmth bubbled in Sonic’s stomach. Shadow’s lips were soft and warm. His hands left burning trails down his body as they wandered down his sides. He shuddered under Shadow’s touches.

“Mmm,” Shadow moaned into the kiss. His hands wandered down Sonics sides and back up his back, finding his shoulder blades. He pulled Sonic a little closer to him. When they finally separated, both hedgehogs were breathless. “I love you so much,” Shadow whispered. “My perfect mate.”

Sonic ground his hips against Shadow’s. Both hedgehogs moaned. Sonic’s innards throbbed with need.

“What are we?” Sonic asked softly as he ground down against Shadow again.

“We’re mates,” Shadow said. A little confused by that question.

“Well, yeah, but…” Sonic paused to rut against Shadow again. Shadow’s pouch was stiffening. It wouldn’t be long before he released his cock. “I mean, we’re mates, but are we… boyfriends? Or is that too much of a label?”

“I’d love to be your boyfriend,” Shadow whispered.

Shadow’s cock slipped free of the pouch and brushed against Sonic’s pussy. He stared down at Shadow with adoration as he slowly lowered himself on his cock. He moaned. It felt so good inside of him. Even as big and pregnant as he already was, Shadow’s cock filled him with a primal desire to breed.

“My boyfriend,” Sonic purred as he lifted himself off Shadow’s cock and slowly pressed back down. Shadow, below him, moaned as he squeezed himself around his cock. “Maybe… my husband?”

Shadow gasped. His eyes flew wide. For a moment, Sonic panicked. Was that too much? He settled himself down to the hilt on Shadow’s cock and paused.

“Too much?” He asked.

“No” Shadow whispered. His hands found Sonic’s swollen belly. “I… I’d love to be your husband.”

Sonic smiled. He slowly lifted himself up to Shadow’s tip and sank back down again. He kept the slow, gentle pace. As much as he’d love to fuck himself to oblivion on Shadow’s cock, he needed to be gentle, for his baby. One of Sonic’s hands joined Shadow’s on his belly. He presed against his round shape.

“Our daughter can have married dads,” Sonic purred. He moaned as Shadow’s cock pressed inside him again. He leaned down and kissed Shadow with desperation. He loved how his insides felt with Shadow’s cock inside him. As he fucked himself on Shadow, he couldn’t help but wonder what the chances were that he’d end up having another child, maybe more. With how sexually active he and Shadow was, the chances were high.

He would happily have babies for his alpha. The omega in him preened at the thought. For his alpha, he could have a nice, swollen belly and lots of kids. Always pregnant. Always full of babies. Twins, triplets maybe.

(Logically, that would be a nightmare, he knew. Having kids would be a lot of work and pregnancy was a pain. But he left his instincts drive his fantasy as he rode his mate.)

Shadow bucked his hips upwards, into Sonic, and moaned. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, lost in the bliss of Sonic’s womb wrapped around his dick. Sonic loved that he could do this to Shadow. He pushed himself down onto Shadow’s swollen knot, gasping as it locked inside him.

“Feel good?” Sonic asked with a purr. “You like my pussy?”

“Yeah.” shadow panted. “Fuck, Sonic. Yes.”

“Can you cum in me?” Sonic asked. “Will you fill my big, pregnant belly with your seed?”

“Yes, yes!” Shadow moaned. Sonic squeezed his muscles around Shadow’s member, and Shadow came, spilling his cum inside. Sonic’s belly felt nice and warm.

He had to roll himself and Shadow so they were laying on their sides, in order to settle. He couldn’t lay on his belly. He positioned himself as close as he could to Shadow. Sonic’s baby bump pressed against Shadow’s flat stomach. It was kinda hot, the way they didn’t fit flush against each other anymore. His inner walls squeezed around Shadow’s cock.

“Can we fuck some more?” Sonic whispered.

“My, my,” Shadow teased. “Insatiable.”

”Pregnant” Sonic insisted. “You try it, next time. My hormones are out of control.”

“Next time?” Shadow asked with a little grin. “That’s not how it works, you know. next time, it’ll be you who gets pregnant again.”

Sonic groaned. “You get what I meant.”

Shadow rolled Sonic onto his back and straddled him. He rolled his hips down into Sonic, and Sonic moaned.

“I want you to be rough and merciless so fucking bad, Shadow,” Sonic groaned. “But the doctor said…”

“I know, sweetheart. Can’t bother the baby, can we?”

Shadow’s hand found Sonic’s clit and gave it a gentle rub. Sonic gasped. He bucked his hips against Shadow’s hand, against his cock that was still buried inside him. His insides twittched and squeezed against his member.

“Please,” Sonic begged. “Please, please.”

Shadow couldn’t fuck inside Sonic with vigor, but he could play with his clit all he pleased. So Shadow set a vigorous pace rubbing into Sonic’s sensitive organ. To accompany the rubbing, Shadow pressed his hips into Sonic, setting a gentle, soothing rhythm. His cock rubbed against Sonic’s swollen, plump, healthy, fertile inner walls. It felt so much better to fuck him now than it did back when Sonic’s womb was damaged. His insides were pillowy and velvety.

Shadow kissed Sonic. Sonics aroused breaths were hot against Shadow’s lips. His moans were like music. Shadow took a break from rubbing Sonic’s clit to rub his belly, so perfect and round with child.

“Shadmmff,” Sonic groaned, his words muffled against shadow’s lips. Shadow chuckled. Sonic wasn’t happy that Shadow took his hand from Sonic’s clit. He grabbed Shadow by the wrist and pushed his hand back downwards.

“So pushy,” Shadow purred. “What happened to my good little obedient omega, hm?”

“He’s pregnant and grumpy,” Sonic muttered. “Fuck me already,”

“Okay, okay.” Shadow’s hand found Sonic’s clit again and he resumed his rough, fast rubbing. He pressed circles into the little organ, he rolled it between his fingers. He pushed himself in and out of Sonic just a touch firmer. Sonic moaned as he did.

Sonic’s inner walls contracted tight around Shadow’s cock. His thighs tensed. His stomach tensed. And then, he was at his climax, squirting his slick all over Shadow’s cock. He cried out as Shadow took him through his climax, rubbing a but gentler on Sonic’s clit until he settled.

“Now, let’s get cleaned up. We’re all sweaty.”

Sonic groaned. He didn’t really want to get up off the floor yet, but Shadow took him into his arms and carefully stood, urging Sonic to wrap his legs around Shadow’s waist. They were still locked against each other on Shadow’s knot. Shadow carried him to the bathroom and turned on the bath. He sat on the edge of the tub, settling Sonic on his lap. Sonic leaned his chin against Shadow’s shoulder. Shadow rubbed his belly.

When the tub filled all the way, Shadow carefully slid into it, trying not to jostle Sonic as he did. Sonic looked sleepy. His eyes were half-closed and he blinked slowly. Shadow washed him carefully. Soap first, lathering his fur with suds. Then, he shampooed Sonic’s quills.

By the end of the bath, Shadow’s knot went down and Shadow was able to pull out. He took the opportunity to wash between Sonic’s legs, keeping his touches gentle on Sonic’s sensitive body.

He drained the bath and helped Sonic out. He dried his mate with gentle care. Then, he put him to bed.

Sonic slept for the rest of the day and all the way through the night.

When Sonic awoke, it was 10am. He felt a little fluttering feeling in his belly. He smiled. His baby was moving again. Her stillness had concerned him, but she was still healthy and alive. He laid his hands on his belly and felt her as she wriggled inside him. Warmth filled his heart. This was his daughter.

Sonic eventually pulled himself out if bed and carefully made his way downstairs. He gripped the handrail and took the steps one at a time. His body was very sore from the yoga and the sex and also just the baby in general. He kept a hand on his baby bump.

Shadow was in the kitchen making waffles.

“Perfect timing,” Shadow said with a smile. “I’m almost finished. Would you like whipped cream?”

“Yes, please, and syrup.”

Shadow nodded. Sonic settled at the kitchen table and held his belly as he waited. His baby was very active today. She wriggled and writhed. It was an odd feeling, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

“How’s she doing?” Shadow asked as he approached with Sonics plate.

“She must be hungry,” Sonic laughed. “She won’t stop squirming.”

Shadow dropped to his knees beside Sonic and pressed his cheek against Sonic’s belly.

“Hi, little one,” Shadow said. “Can you hear me?”

In response, his daughter pressed a paw against Sonic’s belly, pushing against Shadow’s cheek.

“I think she can.”

Shadow pulled away with a smile, and left Sonic to eat. Sonic ate.

Two bites in, Sonic paused. He stared down at his waffle with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” Shadow asked. “I didn’t overcook it did i?”

“Do we have jalapenos?”

“We are not putting jalapenos on your waffles” shadow scolded, putting his hands on his hips.

“I want something spicy. And marshmallows.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Shadow rolled his eyes but caved. Sonic would get crabby if he couldn’t satisfy his cravings. He found canned jalapenos and marshmallows in the pantry, brought them over to Sonic. Sonic beamed. His bright smile was endearing… Shadow couldnt help but tend to his every desire.

Sonic dumped peppers and marshmallows on his waffles and ate the rest of his breakfast without complaint.

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Sonic couldn’t sleep. He laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Shadow sat on the bed beside him, holding his hand. Sonic was jealous that Shadow didn’t need to sleep. Sonic needed it and he couldn’t.

He couldn’t be too frustrated though, at the source of his insomnia… his baby. She was very active right now, wiggling and squirming inside him. Her developing hands and feet pawed at Sonic’s belly, and every small shift in position was felt by Sonic.

“I’d better get used to losing sleep over this little rascal,” Sonic chuckled. “Even after she’s born… babies are a lot of work.”

Shadow nodded. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot cocoa?”

“Can I have some coffee?”

“…You should be trying to sleep.”

“It’s not gonna happen. It’s 2am and I haven’t slept a wink.”

Shadow hesitated, but he got out of bed and went downstairs Sonic watched him leave with a sigh.

His daughter kicked him, and he groaned. At seven months, she was even bigger and stronger. Sonic slowly sat up and slid off the bed. He slowly ambled his way downstairs. He didn’t want to walk too fast, didn’t want to jostle his daughter. Or encourage her to wiggle any more. By the time he got downstairs, Shadow had a cheery yellow mug full of coffee in his hand… he passed it to Sonic.

“I think caffeine will only make her squirm more,” Shadow said.

“Yeah, I know.” He sipped the coffee anyways. “But it’ll also keep me from being utterly miserable. Gotta pick my battles.”

Sonic took the coffee over to the table and sat down. Just after he set his coffee down, his daughter kicked him again. Sonic grunted and clutched his belly. Shadow was immediately on high alert. “Are you okay?” He asked, rushing over to his mate.

“I’m fine.” Sonic grumbled, rubbing the tender spot. “She’s gonna be a good fighter one day, that’s for sure.”

“Of course she is. She’s the daughter of the Ultimate Lifeform.”

“Clearly she doesn’t need sleep, just like you.”

Shadow chuckled. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Make me some nachos?”

“I’m not making nachos at 2 in the morning.”

Sonic groaned. “Killjoy.”

Shadow disappeared from the room and gathered a blanket and a pillow. He place the pillow behind Sonics back to make the wooden chair more comfortable for him, then draped the blanket over his belly and his lap.

“Who would’ve thought?” Sonic wondered aloud.

“Hm?”

Sonic chuckled. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a sweet, doting mate? Whatever happened to Mr. Grumpypants?”

Shadow scoffed. “I have plenty to be happy about. My mate, my daughter,..”

“Are you…” Sonic asked slowly “Are you afraid at all?”

“Afraid?”

“I-I mean, there’s plenty to be afraid about, right? What if something happens? What if Eggman hurts her before she can be born? What if my labor goes wrong? What if we’re horrible parents?”

“There is plenty to be afraid of” Shadow agreed. “But we’ll do our best.”

Sonic nodded and drank the rest of his coffee.

~~~

The baby was heavy. Sonic was cleaning the kitchen while Shadow showered—it was so hard, these days, to do basic tasks. And he still had two more months of his pregnancy! What was he going to do when he was nearly due?

Sonic accidentally dropped a hand towel in the ground and he groaned. He stared down at it, contemplating how to get it back up. He hooked his foot under it and lifted, but he couldn’t quite bend around his belly to reach it. He kicked it in the air and tried to catch it, but he had terrible aim, and it landed on the floor a foot away. Kneeling to pick it up sounded horrendous for his sore knees.

But, the thought of leaving the towel on the floor bugged him. He didn’t want to have to ask Shadow for help. He was stubborn about completing this very simple task. So, using the counter to help him, he slowly dipped to his knees. Once he was kneeling, he grabbed the towel with ease, but then he found himself with another problem.

He couldn’t get back up.

His knees ached underneath him, and he knew they wouldnt be able to handle his full weight going back up. Standing from a couch or chair was one thing, but from the floor? Impossible. The top of the counter was too high for him to reach now, so he couldn’t pull himself back up. He felt pathetic… hero of mobius, unable to get up off the floor.

Okay. He could do this. He took a breath and braced himself on all fours, then slowly pushed himself onto his feet. One of his wobbly knees gave in, and he fell down to his knees again.

He heard the water shut off. Shadow would be downstairs soon. Sonic resigned himself to his fate, sitting on the floor at the base of the counter, towel in his hand. He listened as Shadow descended down the staircase. His footsteps went in and out as he searched for his mate.

“Sonic?” He called. There was a hint of worry in his voice…

“Kitchen.”

“What’re you doing on the floor?” Shadow asked when he came into the room.

“I dropped this. Wanted to pick it up.” Sonic held the towel up. Shadow took it from him and placed it on the counter. “I can’t get up. Help me?”

Shadow took Sonic’s hand and helped him to his feet. Sonic groaned as his body protested. Once on his feet Sonic leaned against his alpha, burying his nose against his shoulder…

“You okay?”

“”Mmmmgh.” Sonic groaned. “My body hates me.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“You’d better be,” Sonic grumbled, “you did this to me.”

Shadow chuckled and swept Sonic up off his feet. Sonic yelped in surprised. “Shadow, I was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen!”

“I’ll finish,” Shadow said, “you need to rest.”

Sonic wanted to do something. He was going stir crazy! His restless personality was not a good match for pregnancy. But he let shadow finish the task.

That night, it hit the news that Eggman attacked the city. Sonic sat on the edge of the couch, glued to the TV. Usually, he’d rush to the scene and take him down, but he couldn’t dream of doing anything if he couldnt even get off the floor! Shadow stood by the front door, tapping his foot. He needed to go, but he couldn’t until the person who was essentially Sonic’s *babysitter* arrived.

Shadow swung the door open before Vanilla could even knock. He ushered her inside. “Sonic usually goes to bed at around 10,” Shadow babbled, “if he needs anything, the closest grocery store is right down the street, just make a right at the main road and it’s a straight shot from there… oh, and call me if anything happens. My ringer is turned all the way up. If you see any robots around, call me. Or Rose. She’ll have her phone on, too. I—“

“It’s okay,” Vanilla said in that soothing, motherly voice, “Take a deep breath. Sonic will be just fine.”

Shadow nodded, then ran out the door. Sonic waved goodbye, but he was pretty sure Shadow didn’t see him in his rush.

“Hi, Vanilla,” Sonic greeted as the older woman joined him.

“Hello, Sonic,” Vanilla said with a warm smile “You look like you’re glowing! How’s the baby?”

“She’s… excitable. I think she gets that from me, heh. Can’t sit still.”

Vanilla chuckled. “Yes, you have your work cut out for you. Cream was a calm and quiet baby. But between you and Shadow… that little girl’s going to be a handful!”

“Do you… have any tips? On parenting? I’m so worried I’ll screw it up.”

“Screwing it up is just part of the job,” Vanilla said. “Just be patient. Always put her first. Listen to her, be there for her, whatever she needs.”

“Ok.” Sonic sighed. Patience wasn’t his strong suit. But for his daughter, he’d learn it…

“Have you picked out a name yet?”

“No,” Sonic said.

“You still have plenty of time.”

“I just dont know” sonic said, placing his hands on his belly, “Nothing’s sticking out to either of us. I tried suggesting Daisy, but Shadow doesn't like it. He thought it was too stereotypically feminine. He suggested Lavender, going by the flower theme, because it has some significance to him, but I felt like that was a mouthful.”

“I didn’t name Cream until after she was born,” Vanilla admitted. “It’s hard, finding the perfect thing. And there’s always the chance the child won’t like the name and will want to change it. It’s a very, very hard decision.”

Sonic sighed. He turned his attention back to the TV and watched the footage of his friends fighting. He wished he were there.

He wanted to stay up until Shadow got home, but at 10 his eyes started feeling heavy. He rubbed them and tried to keep himself awake, but by 10:30, he was asleep on the couch. Vanilla carried him upstairs to his bed. Shadow came home at midnight. He didn’t even bother tending to his injuries before flopping onto the bed and falling asleep beside his pregnant mate.

Sonic woke first the next morning… he sat up with a sore groan and looked over at his alpha, who looked dead to the world. His quills were a mess and matted with blood and dirt.

“Your dad is so strong,” Sonic whispered to his daughter... “so brave.”

Sonic snuck out of the room and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom. He carried it back over to the bed and, while Shadow was still asleep he started tending to his wounds. He wasn’t horribly wounded. A few cuts and scrapes and bruises here and there. The cuts were already starting to heal thanks to Shadow’s accelerated healing, so they didn’t need stitches, so he just cleaned them and bandaged them up.

At some point Shadow must have woken up, because when Sonic glanced up from his work he met his mate’s eyes. He looked tired. Sonic smiled at him.

“Tough fight?” Sonic asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“I wish I could’ve been there.”

“You can’t.”

“I’m well aware of that,” sonic said, patting his tummy. “She’s so big now, it’s a miracle I can still walk.”

“How about Sunflower?” Shadow asked. “You like sunflowers.”

“Hm?”

“Well, you didn’t like Lavender.”

“Oh, we talkin’ names now? That’s still a bit long and clunky for a name, don’t you think?”

“I suppose, but at least then we can give her a nickname. Like Sunny.”

Sonic packed up the first aid kit and deliberated. “Hmmm,” he hummed, “not bad.”

“Now, go back to sleep. It’s like 3 in the morning.” Shadow grumbled, closing his eyes. Sonic laughed.

“It’s almost 9, dummy.”

Shadows eyes snapped open and he sat up, looking to the window, where sunlight poured into the room. “Wait, what? Since when?”

“Since now?” Sonic snickered. “But you can keep resting if you want. I’ll make breakfast. Want anything in particular?”

“A granola bar is fine.”

“That’s not breakfast. If you’re gonna get after me for not eating healthy, I’m gonna get after you.”

“Granola bars are plenty healthy. Full of protein. Unlike you and your pop tarts and ice cream.”

“I’ll make you an omelet,” Sonic announced. He slipped off the bed and ambled downstairs. When he got to the kitchen, he placed a pan onto the stove and started it heating, tossing in a bit of butter. Then he got out the eggs and tomato and cheese, and hmm, maybe some spinach and mushroom, too.

He whisked the eggs and poured them onto the pan. He whistled a little tune as the eggs cooked. He dumped a generous amount of cheese onto the omelet and also the veggies, then folded the eggs neatly in half and slid it all onto a plate. When he turned around, Shadow was sitting at the counter.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Sonic said.

“I’m awake now. No point in trying to fall back asleep . Besides—“ Shadow took the plate and began to eat, “i had to make sure you made *yourself* an omelet, because I don’t entirely trust you.”

“Oh, come on!” Sonic groaned. “I was totally gonna make one.”

“And that’s why you put all the veggies onto mine?” Shadow shot him a knowing smirk. “What were you planning on having, dearest?”

Sonic slouched. “…leftover spaghetti.”

“Make yourself an omelet. Just like mine.”

“…yessir,” Sonic grumbled.

“Good boy.”

Sonic got back to cooking. He needed to eat healthy. For the baby. Sonic hated that Shadow was right.

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Shadow kicked a robot. They were swarming the city. He and Sonic’s friends struggled to keep up. GUN agents stood at their sides, but the robots never seemed to end, and Shadow couldn’t stop worrying about his mate.

Sonic was at home. Today Espio was protecting him. Sonic had expressed great displeasure over not being able to do anything to help, and Shadow sympathized… it wasnt in Sonics nature to sit idly. Shadow couldn’t help but wonder, if Sonic werent 8 nearly due, would these robots be gone faster? Oh well. There was no point in speculating. Sonic was at the end of his 8th month and there was no way he’d be fighting. He punched through a robot’s head.

Eggman was only getting more and more aggressive… all of Sonic’s 8th month had been spent fighting robot hordes, and they were even bigger and worse now that the 9th month loomed. It was hard to keep up. But he had to. For the sake of his city, for his mate.

Something in Shadows quills buzzed. His phone. He pulled it out. Espio was calling, and his heart lurched as he kicked another robot. He picked up immediately.

“Espio,” Shadow greeted.

“There’s too many.” Espio gasped, breathless… “They have Sonic. I couldn’t hold them off.”

Horror struck shadow. He teleported home without a word to his companions—Amy had seen him pick up the phone, so she probably knew what was going on. When he got home, the house was a wreck, Espio was trying his best to fend off robots. He was covered in blood. Sonic was nowhere to be seen.

“What happened?” Shadow asked as he jumped into the fray, frantic to defend his home.

“They surrounded the building. Took sonic and carried him away before I could stop them.”

“Do you know where?”

“No.”

Shadow cursed. He knew Sonic was more than capable of handling himself in situations like these. But while pregnant? Shadow couldn’t help but worry. Last time he fought robots he had a minor complication… if he had to fight again, this late into his term, what would happen? His mate and his child were in danger!

“These robots are a distraction,” Shadow said “We need to trace the ones that took Sonic, before it’s too late.”

~~~

Sonic had been in many cells in his life. He never really minded prisons, because they were pretty easy to break out of. They weren’t comfortable but they weren’t UNcomfortable, most of the time. But now he sat on the concrete floor of a dingy cell in Eggman’s main base, and he was miserable.

It was one thing to be in jail on a normal day. It was another thing to be in jail when he was heavily pregnant. He couldn’t get comfortable, his body ached, his baby squirmed, and he knew he couldn’t bust out so easily.

He rubbed his big belly. He felt huge and slow. Just like when I was a werehog. I handled that, I can handle this.

Though he would have preferred his werehog body. It was taller, stronger. He could have torn the cell bars off and walked out. In his usual body, though, he didn’t have that strength.

He glared up at Eggman, who had just shown up at the cell door. The man sneered down at Sonic… his grin looked creepy.

“Look at you,” Eggman laughed. “You look like you’re ready to pop!”

“What do you want from me??” Sonic asked. “If you’re gonna kill me, might I suggest you… not?”

“Oh, dont worry, rodent. Im not going to kill you. Yet. I want you alive, at least until you give birth to that wretched little creature. And when you do, I’ll take your baby and raise it as my own evil child, and I’ll kill you then.”

Sonic wrapped his arms protecively around his baby bump. “Don't you dare!”

“Ha! Fastest thing alive, reduced to a creature of his instincts. How beautifully pathetic! I’ll see you when it’s time to deliver your ugly baby.”

Eggman left. Sonic shivered in the cold of the dungeon. Once there was no sign of the evil maniac, he heaved himself to his feet with great effort and approached the cell door. He inspected its hinges, its lock. He gave it an exploratory tug… it didnt budge. If he weren’t so heavily pregnant, he could have just spindashed out. But he couldn’t with his baby.

She wiggled around in her cozy home in Sonic’s womb. Sonic gave his big swollen belly a pat. “You’re so brave,” he purred. “Dont you worry about a thing, sweetie. Your daddy will protect you.”

Being pregnant was a hindrance, but Sonic would never blame his sweet child. He’d figure this out, and he’d be home in time to have dinner with Shadow. In the meantime though he just had to be a little… smarter about this.

The cell was probably rigged with alarms. If Sonic broke out Eggman would know. He needed to be sneaky if he wanted a chance, because as soon as any robot caught him, he’d be back in the cell in one little flutter of his baby’s heart.

There was a crack in the wall and Sonic traced it with his finger. Was there a chance he could take it apart and sneak out that way? He stuck a finger into the crack and wiggled one of the bricks. It felt loose. Maybe with enough force, he could pull it out.

He pulled and pulled and pulled. Eventually the brick came loose. He wasn’t prepared for it to snap free and the momentum sent the brick flying right at his face. It hit him in the head. He stumbled backwards and groaned. Something wet dripped down his face. Blood.

He sat down on the cell cot and cradled his head in his hands. Black spots dotted his vision and the pain throbbed in waves. He felt dizzy. A concussion for sure.

His baby squirmed in her displeasure, but Sonic hardly even felt it. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out. Head injuries were never fun, but they weren’t anything he’d never experienced before. But he’d never experienced one while pregnant, and his body was struggling. He felt nauseous. He threw up on the floor at his feet, and his baby squirmed some more. The squirming didn’t help with the nausea. She pressed up against his stomach and he gagged.

Shadow, please come quickly…

~~~

When the robots in the city were driven back, everybody met at Tails’s house. Espio had ripped the head off a robot and brought it with him, hoping Tails could dive into its programming and find where Sonic was. Shadow was on the edge of a panic attack. Tails progress was slow… he was sick of sitting around! What if Sonic was in trouble??

Rouge sat on his lap to keep him from getting up and running off. Shadow hated that.

“This robot was manufactured downtown,” Tails muttered as he read the data. “But I don’t think Sonic was taken to a robot factory.”

“Probably not,” Amy agreed.

“This data suggests their plan was to capture, not harm.”

“I’d say they did a bad job at that” Espio said. He held an ice pack up to his bruised eye.

“Why would eggman want to capture Sonic?” Amy asked. “Why not kill him while he has the chance?”

Shadow growled… nobody kills HIS mate! Not if he has anything to say about it! He’d kill Eggman first! The rest of the group looked over at him but didn’t comment. Thank Chaos.

“I’m not sure,” Tails mumbled “I think… maybe he wants Sonic’s baby.”

Shadow shoved rouge off his lap. She yelped. “WHAT?” He shouted, jumping to his feet. “He’s not laying a single finger on the baby!”

“He won’t. Not if we can help it. It says here… its program wants it to go to Eggman’s primary base. That’s where Sonic will be.”

Shadow did not wait another second. He teleported out of Tails’s home and straight to Eggman’s base. He was on a warpath, and nobody was going to stop him!

He smashed through the front doors. Robots surged in and attacked him. He punched and kicked and spindashed until they were all nothing more than rubble. Then he continued onward. Did he know where he was going? No. But forward was better than backward. Shadow was going to find Sonic if it was the last thing he did.

He found a staircase somewhere along the way. Shadow didn’t know which direction would be most fruitful, so he went up. His phone vibrated, and he ignored it. It was probably the group trying to chastise him for running into the fray with no plan. He didn’t care, all he cared about was finding Sonic. And maybe Eggman.

There were more robots in this upstairs area. Shadow's eyes narrowed as he braced himself...The robots surged forward. Shadow dodged between his adversaries. He punched one into the wall, then moved on to another. The alarms in the air rattled his ears… but he kept pressing onward.

The robots were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless as they swarmed around him. Shadow gritted his teeth. There were too many crowding around him, so Shadow unleashed a Chaos blast. The air crackled with power as the robots fell.

Just like that, the robots lay scattered at his feet, Shadow took a moment to catch his breath. He noticed an offshoot to his right… Jail cells! This was where Sonic was being held. He ran down the corridor and peered into every single cell. Nothing, nothing, more nothing. But then about halfway there, he found him, Sitting on the cell cot and cradling his head in his hands.

“Sonic” Shadow said. Sonic looked up. His eyes looked dazed and there was blood on his head. A brick was on the floor just by his feet. He’d tried and failed to escape, and injured himself in the process. Shadow kicked the cell door off its hinges and rushed to his mate.

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” Shadow said. He kept his voice low. Sonic looked concussed. As he approached he had to be careful not to slip on the vomit on the floor. “Poor darling. You’re safe now.”

He picked Sonic up and teleported him home. He tenderly laid him down in bed and got a cool wet towel to blot his injury with.

“Thanks Shads” Sonic whispered. “M glad you came.”

“I have to go,” Shadow whispered back. “I’m not done yet.”

Sonic hummed and closed his eyes. Shadow let him rest, backing away and teleporting back to Eggman’s base.

~~

When Sonic awoke he was alone… But he wasn’t in jail. His memory was fuzzy at best but he remembered Shadow somewhere amid the disorientation. His head still throbbed from the injury, but his baby had settled, at least. He sat up slowly. His body ached. He wondered where Shadow was.

He heard some clanking coming from downstairs and his heart nearly stopped… what if there was an intruder? He got up slowly and inched his way down the stairs, tense and ready to defend himself. But then, at the bottom of the stairs, he saw Shadow. He was covered in blood and cleaning up the mess from the fight.

“You’re bleeding.” Sonic said.

“Not my blood,” Shadow grumbled.

“Where’d you go?”

“Went back for Eggman.”

“Is he…” Sonic hesitated.

“Dead,” Shadow confirmed. “He won’t be a problem anymore.”

Shadow picked up another robot fragment and dumped it in the trash.

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Sonic sat curled up on the couch, a hand pressed firmly against his swollen belly. He had been feeling uncomfortable for hours, but he tried to brush it off as just another discomfort of late pregnancy.

Shadow sat beside him... "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Sonic had just passed the threshold of his ninth month. He was due any day now, and with Eggman out of the picture, he was safe to have his child. They’d made the appointment at the hospital, but from the looks of things, they may have to go in a bit earlier than expected.

Sonic winced as a wave of pain washed over him. "I think... I think I might be in labor.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “You think so?”
Sonic nodded. Shadow quickly sprang into action. He called Knuckles, Tails, and Amy and explained the situation. The baby was coming! And they still hadn’t settled on a name! Shadow panicked. It was easy to panic. Within minutes, Sonic’s friends arrived at their house. "What can we do?" Amy asked.

“Let’s get him to the hospital” Shadow said. He helped Sonic to his feet and guided him slowly outside. Shadow didn’t want to teleport right now. It would be fast, but it could be disorienting and potentially dangerous for his mate and his baby. The only other way was with Tails’s plane. Amy called ahead to let the hospital staff know they were coming.

The journey to the hospital felt like eternity. Each contraction was more intense than the last. He gripped Shadows hand. Shadow placed a tender hand atop Sonic’s swollen belly, rubbing soothing circles through his fur. “Hang in there,” he whispered. “You’re doing great. Breathe.”

Tails landed his plane in front of the hospital. It was a rough landing. Sonic whimpered in pain. Shadow helped him out of his seat and into a wheelchair, which a nurse had already prepped and waiting for him. He was quickly wheeled inside. The doctors and nurses sprang into action, hooking him up to an IV.

“Vitals look good,” The nurse said. Everyone seemed to be in a rush, blurry forms passing by Sonic quicker than he could register. Of course people were in a hurry. They wanted to make sure renowned hero Sonic the Hedgehog had a quick, easy delivery.

He was placed on a hospital bed. Sonic noticed it felt more comfortable to lie down as he struggled through his contractions. He wasnt sure how long he laid there for. Hours, probably. Shadow, Amy, Knuckles, and Tails never left his side. Somewhere along the way, Tails and Knuckles stepped out and returned with snacks from the hospital cafeteria. Sonic munched on some nuts that Tails gave him, but his appetite was low.

Sonic's contractions grew stronger. The pain was overwhelming. Shadow sat in a chair at his side, tightly gripping his hand. The doctors got into position.

“The baby is in a good position for delivery.” a doctor reported. “No need for C-section. It’s time. Are you ready?”

Sonic nodded. He didn’t feel ready, but as another wave of pain racked him, he knew he’d have to fight through this just like any other sticky situation he’d been in. Having a baby was just another adventure.
“Breathe,” the doctor reminded him. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath. “In, out. Go ahead and start to push.”

He gave it everything he had. Tears streamed down his face and he screamed in agony as his body slowly expelled the baby. His fur was drenched in sweat and he felt like he’d just run three marathons in a row. Black spots danced around his vision but he fought it.

The pushing stopped… the pain faded… and Sonics ears perked up at the most beautiful sound in the world. His baby’s cry. Tears filled his eyes as the nurses placed a tiny bundle in his arms, and he looked down at the little face staring back at him.
Sonic's heart swelled with love as he held his daughter. The child was a deep indigo in color, with purple stripes in her quills. She looked a bit more like Shadow than she did like Sonic, but those green eyes were unmistakably his.

Shadow leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Sonic's forehead. "She's beautiful," he whispered.
Sonic nodded. As he held his precious baby in his arms, Sonic knew that he was the luckiest hedgehog in the world.

“We still need to name her,” Shadow muttered. He stared down at the precious little thing.
“I think you were right before,” Sonic admitted. “I had shot it down, but… I think Lavender might be the perfect name for her.”

Shadow smiled. “Lavender it is.”

Sonic spent some time in the hospital recovering. The doctors monitored his vitals and made sure he was healthy enough to be discharged. They gave Shadow instructions for care and sent the two hedgehogs on their way. Sonic clutched baby Lavender to his chest, and she nuzzled against him. She was asleep now, so tiny and precious… Sonic couldn hardly believe that this baby was the culmination of the past nine months.

“Thank you,” Sonic whispered to Shadow on the ride home. Just as the baby was snuggled against Sonic, Sonic snuggled against Shadow. “For everything.”

“Next time, don’t put shit off until you nearly die,” Shadow grumbled. Sonic laughed and passed the baby to Shadow to hold. Shadow gasped, taking the tiny child into his arms. His eyes dilated as he stared down at the little creature, so innocent and small.

“I know. Besides, that won’t happen again. My body knows I’m mated now. It won’t try to attack me again, even if i DO ignore my heats. But with you around, I doub’t they’ll go ignored, hm?”

Shadow blushed.

They got home and Shadow helped Sonic into the house and settled him on the couch. Sonic felt exhausted. He closed his eyes, and Shadow placed a blanket atop him.

They had a long road of parenthood ahead, but for now, Sonic let himself rest.